Po dveh dunjah

I have an

 

an arm to kill an army, yet soft to calm a baby

eyes changing into flower, when theres a maybe

 

She has a

 

smile so bright, lips can hold on barely

touch of her hand very fragile aint it.

Turbo

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  • 02. 06. 2026 ob 11:59
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