wrinkle by wrinkle
the mirror reflects my clock
as the days flow, bye
My long search continues.
How does it work?
This is great. Very well done.
Outstanding!!! 💖💕
No. Don't go!!
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This is great. Very well done.
Outstanding!!! 💖💕
No. Don't go!!