When you met me, my roots were torn and the dirt was clay, you had to mold me to level ground | thomas | Commaful

When you met me, my roots were torn and the dirt was clay, you had to mold me to level ground

When you met me, my roots were torn and the dirt was clay, you had to mold me to level ground

Garden of your love, even if you don’t stay, I have learned that a new one could grow. Show more

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