I look to you a smile.
Why is that?
I don’t even know your last name.
But I turn to you
in the middle of our
geometry lesson and that
stubbly face and gap between your teeth,
I always smile.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 11:20 AM UTC
I look to you a smile.
Why is that?
I don’t even know your last name.
But I turn to you
in the middle of our
geometry lesson and that
stubbly face and gap between your teeth,
I always smile.
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