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You want what I can't give to you. Your hands are gravity while my hands are tied. I can't love you how you want me to.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Valley of the Nevermore. Daisy Jones & The Six.
RomanceYet you could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening. It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was. Now men had walked upon it, rubber treads on a pearl of the gods. Perhaps it was an awareness of time passing, the last sum...