Feel my breath as it smoothes over the nape of your neck
like a fog, misting our windshields as we forget our sense.
We are the closest to dependence in this small world here,
than we will ever be in a Hyde Park bench relationship.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
Feel my breath as it smoothes over the nape of your neck
like a fog, misting our windshields as we forget our sense.
We are the closest to dependence in this small world here,
than we will ever be in a Hyde Park bench relationship.
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