I wanted to dance my fingertips across your skin
the way the summer heat slowly twirls the smoke
of the last cigarette in the pack.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 8:42 AM UTC
I wanted to dance my fingertips across your skin
the way the summer heat slowly twirls the smoke
of the last cigarette in the pack.
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