All I leave behind is lipstick marks,
and traces of perfume--
but never do I leave my heart
or things for future doom.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
All I leave behind is lipstick marks,
and traces of perfume--
but never do I leave my heart
or things for future doom.
The past me, before I settled down. A little Breakfast At Tiffany's esque
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