You knew I was a poet, before you knew my kiss
You knew the way to become the ink in my pages, was to break my heart
You knew to become this poem, you needed a fire to start.
And so you did,
And so you did.
You pulled, the ***** trick.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
You knew I was a poet, before you knew my kiss
You knew the way to become the ink in my pages, was to break my heart
You knew to become this poem, you needed a fire to start.
And so you did,
And so you did.
You pulled, the ***** trick.
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