I nailed my tongue to my heart.
But still it dances and salts every wound with unbridled stirring.
In mocking my regret, he steals my speech.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
I nailed my tongue to my heart.
But still it dances and salts every wound with unbridled stirring.
In mocking my regret, he steals my speech.
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