Lovers, by Krysta Cash |
Long summer days pass as we sit. On the back of your pick-up truck. Very few people have found the love we share. Everybody knows how happy we are. Real true love is very rare not often seen. So now before I lose you I should tell you, I love you. |
Posted: 2013-08-27 00:24:20 UTC |
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2013-10-20 04:53:53 | stsorrowscribe |
Like how the title tied in, awesome job |