Jun 2015
She kisses me where I am broken
Lips pressing against the fractures
the fractals and pieces that I don't upkeep
while I wait to die for others and forget to live for myself
Lips pressing against the fractures
the fractals and pieces that I don't upkeep
while I wait to die for others and forget to live for myself
(Seattle Born/SΓ£o Paulo)
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