my fingers fingled and you
coming up breathless and me,
hopeless—ly in love with you—r
eyes and how they smiled at me.
I wanted love; yours mostly.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
my fingers fingled and you
coming up breathless and me,
hopeless—ly in love with you—r
eyes and how they smiled at me.
I wanted love; yours mostly.
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