Aug 2015
why is it that
even with the bleariest eyes, the most grainy minds
I find myself wide awake
owl-eyed at 4am
high on the thought of you, sweetheart.
even with the bleariest eyes, the most grainy minds
I find myself wide awake
owl-eyed at 4am
high on the thought of you, sweetheart.
get out of my head you intrusive *******
(London)
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