My Husband (ProfessorXstudent)by whereareourpens006
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The soft dream made of cotton,
Is tarnished by the storm,
Still waiting for the warm goofy sun,
As I stay here still and numb...
We should return, what we getby Rohbis2202
2202A new born baby comes to earth, knows nothing but only his parents. When they become old, it is our responsibility to return back.