Lonely cold, skin.
My hands are shaking, numb.
Just another hand to hold it seems, another yet broken soul. And a thosound more men alone.
Could you love me again?
Warmth for a body bold.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
Lonely cold, skin.
My hands are shaking, numb.
Just another hand to hold it seems, another yet broken soul. And a thosound more men alone.
Could you love me again?
Warmth for a body bold.
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