Tristan's p.o.v
A bittersweet poison, golden age of love.
You linger around me like a lonesome
white dove. You claim you know me,
but your words fail to move my soul to a
higher deeper place.

Tristan's p.o.v
A bittersweet poison, golden age of love.
You linger around me like a lonesome
white dove. You claim you know me,
but your words fail to move my soul to a
higher deeper place.
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