Jul 2020
I smoke to fill my lungs,
to **** the flowers you planted
there, during the light Mayweather
but now I’m George and I too,
cannot breathe.
to **** the flowers you planted
there, during the light Mayweather
but now I’m George and I too,
cannot breathe.
(19/F/Tokyo)
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