The soul climbs forever in the clouds of long eyes. he language of shaving the word comes in the form of gentle sand touch. This is the only way you can say this, the strange words of golden sand poetry. @d-pend
The soul climbs forever in the clouds of long eyes. he language of shaving the word comes in the form of gentle sand touch. This is the only way you can say this, the strange words of golden sand poetry. @d-pend