The Perfumed Garden
Omnium Gatherum
I'm sick of all these scars - the worst of me could feel its whole grace - "the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is still the same"
I'm sick of all these scars - the worst of me could feel its whole grace - "the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is still the same"