Tell me once more about the eternal surf.
Rob Bignell
We are supposed to do something with these/Damn hearts of ours, and we are meant to love and be loved.
poetry
We are the daily bread of forlorn lovers, of all who want to believe in love; they cannot live without a taste.
poetry bread
I would rather die of love than let love die.
romance breakups
If my dream comes true, Is truth then only a dream?
dreams truth
ocean california
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