A letter from you to me.
I never opened it.
I just sat wishing you'd just send a post card so I could see it for what it was.
I didn't want to rip the seem that your lips and tongue once danced across.
Because there would be another delivery soon.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
A letter from you to me.
I never opened it.
I just sat wishing you'd just send a post card so I could see it for what it was.
I didn't want to rip the seem that your lips and tongue once danced across.
Because there would be another delivery soon.
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