Jul 2020
you were
number 2
and never
wanted to
be number 1
you were
the perfect
shape for
my hand
the perfect
color for
my eyes
my perfect
day was
when you
were sharp
and didn’t
break
god I
miss you
number 2
and never
wanted to
be number 1
you were
the perfect
shape for
my hand
the perfect
color for
my eyes
my perfect
day was
when you
were sharp
and didn’t
break
god I
miss you
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)
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