But boy kissing you, it is the best
For although my lips are raw and my hair’s a mess
And my lungs gasp, and my tongue is burnt
I love it’s desperation and how badly it hurts
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
But boy kissing you, it is the best
For although my lips are raw and my hair’s a mess
And my lungs gasp, and my tongue is burnt
I love it’s desperation and how badly it hurts
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