Jul 2015
I was her cup of tea:
Warm, sweet and drunk best beneath covers.
Some nights the kettle within my heart
Still screams for her to not leave this body so empty*.
Warm, sweet and drunk best beneath covers.
Some nights the kettle within my heart
Still screams for her to not leave this body so empty*.
Written by
OliviaAutumn
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