Let me live in my sin
It's.mine.
Like when you remove your glove, finger by finger, plucking the tips with a pull. Freeing each finger until all are freed. Pulling your hand out, cupping glove to glove and laying them on that end table you love. The one with the lamp that appeared when your Mom died. The only thing you got from her because you hated her.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
Let me live in my sin
It's.mine.
Like when you remove your glove, finger by finger, plucking the tips with a pull. Freeing each finger until all are freed. Pulling your hand out, cupping glove to glove and laying them on that end table you love. The one with the lamp that appeared when your Mom died. The only thing you got from her because you hated her.
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