Ioana Pasca
Joined April 2020
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The soft touch of your skin on mine,
The silent whisper of the night.
I am lost never to be found,
Lost in dim light and soft sound.
There are many ways I wish to forget you
But none of them come to mind.
The soft touch of your skin on mine,
The silent whisper of the night.
I am lost never to be found,
Lost in dim light and soft sound.
There are many ways I wish to forget you
But none of them come to mind.