No longer will yesterday's forecast determine my attire. Dressing for stressing and suppressing my desire A burning yearning thats ignited by you This cabana sunshine's no place for rain boots. No longer will taste aversions of love linger on my palette And gone forever are the days that I let This gentle breeze be mistaken … Continue reading P.A.S.T.
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