I stepped out into the cold
A cigarette pinched between my ****** lips
I stepped out into the cold
As a shiver went down my spine
And a tear down my face
And a soft cloud of smoke
Drifting lightly above my head
A thought of a razor
And a thought of skin
The two together a tapestry yet to begin
And all I can think about
...
Is you
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
I stepped out into the cold
A cigarette pinched between my ****** lips
I stepped out into the cold
As a shiver went down my spine
And a tear down my face
And a soft cloud of smoke
Drifting lightly above my head
A thought of a razor
And a thought of skin
The two together a tapestry yet to begin
And all I can think about
...
Is you
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