She has eyes on her palms.
She pretends to see you when she runs after them,
The ones we cant see.
She runs with her heart not her eyes.
She loves to run with her “eyes” seeing the unknown.
She pretends to see you when she runs after them,
The ones we cant see.
She runs with her heart not her eyes.
She loves to run with her “eyes” seeing the unknown.
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