i am flawed
but alex this is all we are; our mothers' melatonin
the reflection of the sun in your teeth leads me to believe our time is up
& the softness of my thighs against your hand stops the world from spinning blue
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
i am flawed
but alex this is all we are; our mothers' melatonin
the reflection of the sun in your teeth leads me to believe our time is up
& the softness of my thighs against your hand stops the world from spinning blue
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