Nov 2012
Isn’t it strange,
That when you smile
You let your bones show.
Love, be sweet.
Curve your lips for me-
I crave the intimacy.
That when you smile
You let your bones show.
Love, be sweet.
Curve your lips for me-
I crave the intimacy.
(Bronx, NY)
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