The deep timber of his voice
Reminded her of old oak trees
Standing tall for hundreds of years
With a smokey quality
That ignited a wild-fire
Through her veins
And ended up blooming on her cheeks
-Kel Dayheart
By Kel Dayheart
The deep timber of his voice
Reminded her of old oak trees
Standing tall for hundreds of years
With a smokey quality
That ignited a wild-fire
Through her veins
And ended up blooming on her cheeks
-Kel Dayheart
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