K Nine by Calli Kirra

Aug 2016

K Nine

I could write a million lines,
The grinding doesn't lie
Against my head,
Against my thighs
You were a humid dream
And so suddenly,
I'm up in a cold sweat
Saying goodbye

Written by

Calli Kirra 23/Los Angeles/London

(23/Los Angeles/London)

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