Is this what dreams are made of? Living in a world of hate, and relying one the one you love. Starting a few inches tall, now your more than above? Fighting through a life, with dreams, wearing a combat glove. I dream of laying next to you every night, and I mean EVERY NIGHT, in my happy place, with your head on my chest, breathing in your scent, your gentle scent of Dove.
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Lumaynia's SummerSlam Booklet
ŞiirHeard of wrestlemania? Well get ready for this Lumaynia booklet of nonstop poetry, nonstop story time, nonstop memories, coming from my heart, all during the summer of 2014.
