Nov 2018
silky smooth
hands of red
graze
a bitter tongue
of dread
down the
winding
path you
led
kiss me gently
hold me tightly
you don't love me
not even
slightly
hands of red
graze
a bitter tongue
of dread
down the
winding
path you
led
kiss me gently
hold me tightly
you don't love me
not even
slightly
(Los Angeles)
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