Nov 2017
My amaranth heart cracked and crumbled.
A creme brulee between your sheets.
And in the morning, laying in the after math,
The damage well and done...
*Id never feel that weightless again.
A creme brulee between your sheets.
And in the morning, laying in the after math,
The damage well and done...
*Id never feel that weightless again.
(Augusta Ga)
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