Apr 2018
Sometime after 4am...
Her leg draped over mine
In the blue moonlight...
Candles out on the windowsill
I thought...
‘All that poetry was ******* worth it...’
Her leg draped over mine
In the blue moonlight...
Candles out on the windowsill
I thought...
‘All that poetry was ******* worth it...’
(40/M/Southwest)
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