Precious Patience

By Mac Guerreiro Your eyes, So much fire, Are you sure you’re an air sign? The way eye feel when you look my way is absolutely divine, Burn me up baby, From the inside, Light a fire in my heart, And watch our souls collide, You and eye, How did it happen? One moment we …

Building A Harbor

By Mac Guerreiro An island onto myself is what eye tend to be. Where people eye know seem to be good at remembering birthdays, keeping in touch and being a social person eye often fail. My energy on the other hand appears to reach far and eye credit this to my keeping friends for years …

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