Uphill by Masin

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Dec 2018

Uphill

The touch of your lips are firey
You took my hand and now I'm gone
Don't need to know why when you're beside me.

12/30/18

Written by

Masin 24/M/Los Angeles

(24/M/Los Angeles)

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