Jul 2010
ramble on denial.
so now we smoke blunts and **** through the night, on different beds, we worship body sweat and lips' moan while I reminisce running into those arms, crying for the death of my heart
closer than most to those arms
it was a horrific crime and
ramble on denial.*
11
so now we smoke blunts and **** through the night, on different beds, we worship body sweat and lips' moan while I reminisce running into those arms, crying for the death of my heart
closer than most to those arms
it was a horrific crime and
ramble on denial.*
11
