Jan 2016
i’ll fall against you
like small drops of rain
tapping against your window
my hands are cold
but they are gentle and soft
when they meet your skin
let me tap your skin
and soak your clothes.
like small drops of rain
tapping against your window
my hands are cold
but they are gentle and soft
when they meet your skin
let me tap your skin
and soak your clothes.
(houston)
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