His thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies.

Autore: Samantha Shannon

His thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies. - Samantha Shannon




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