I bummed a cigarette from a loving ghost, again
Seems like every sins committed by these hands and lips are twice my age
How could a kiss make you old?
Told not to a soul that I would quit obsessing
cause only her smoke comforts me inside
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
I bummed a cigarette from a loving ghost, again
Seems like every sins committed by these hands and lips are twice my age
How could a kiss make you old?
Told not to a soul that I would quit obsessing
cause only her smoke comforts me inside
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