Arcassin B
Arcassin B
Oct 11, 2014

By Arcassin Burnham



Sitting on the stairs of your old hall,
Participating in how I could get you to fall,
You could kill with that thing,
You get could get with anything,

I've never been high off someones smile before,
Around me I inexplicably sweetly adore,
I love the way you smile,
Missing you all the while,
The way you smile.

♥♥♥
 
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