Jan 2015
Navy blue sweater
Five buttons up
Reaches my thighs
Brush the sleeves
Graze my hand
I gasp and sigh
But you turn away
*I wish you'd stay
Five buttons up
Reaches my thighs
Brush the sleeves
Graze my hand
I gasp and sigh
But you turn away
*I wish you'd stay
Will you stay?
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This is an old piece. Ehhh.... it's bad.
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This is an old piece. Ehhh.... it's bad.
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)
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