Apr 2019
When I look at you
I don't see the hate
But, boy! I feel it, I think,
I even smell it, oozing,
from your open pores.
Thank you, duly noted.
I don't see the hate
But, boy! I feel it, I think,
I even smell it, oozing,
from your open pores.
Thank you, duly noted.
(M/Anchorage)
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