Aug 2019
I look to you a smile.
Why is that?
I don’t even know your last name.
But I turn to you
in the middle of our
geometry lesson and that
stubbly face and gap between your teeth,
I always smile.
Why is that?
I don’t even know your last name.
But I turn to you
in the middle of our
geometry lesson and that
stubbly face and gap between your teeth,
I always smile.
(M/My Library.)
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