May 2014
I'm just sniffing your upper-lip
to feel what lies have begun to
perfume up your nose.
You'd think I'd be delirious-
what with all of those fumes
constantly shading me.
to feel what lies have begun to
perfume up your nose.
You'd think I'd be delirious-
what with all of those fumes
constantly shading me.
I hate that saying.
Everything of it bugs me.
Everything of it bugs me.
