Stomp dust cheer.
I see you smile as the glittery hat is worn.
Piano drink joke.
We catch eyes and it makes my heart glad.
Beautiful dream ballad.
I try and hold my eyes shut to hold it all back.
Photo - N
Words - S
She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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