Apr 2012
i've only ever
wept
over welts
left by those folds in your sheets
creased and creased
one on each cheek
roll over now
play red and fed up
wept
over welts
left by those folds in your sheets
creased and creased
one on each cheek
roll over now
play red and fed up
Archiving and deleting account in the morning.
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Pablo Ignacio Marin
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