She speaks in heartbeats and the rises of her chest, words forever seared in thoughts that will never rest. — Hubert Martin
She speaks in heartbeats and the rises of her chest, words forever seared in thoughts that will never rest. — Hubert Martin
She speaks in heartbeats and the rises of her chest, words forever seared in thoughts that will never rest. — Hubert Martin
She speaks in heartbeats and the rises of her chest, words forever seared in thoughts that will never rest. — Hubert Martin
She speaks in heartbeats and the rises of her chest, words forever seared in thoughts that will never rest. — Hubert Martin
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She speaks in heartbeats and the rises of her chest, words forever seared in thoughts that will never rest.

— Hubert Martin
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