And with your quiet groan
I saw those collar bones
That use to make me moan
When I held them
It’s written on your face
That we once had a place
That went through time and space
But now is not then
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
And with your quiet groan
I saw those collar bones
That use to make me moan
When I held them
It’s written on your face
That we once had a place
That went through time and space
But now is not then
