Your hands, Incisors
Your lips, like Pliers
Penetrate, Golden
Guiltless
You left me on fire
PUSH-admire
I will get over it.
Turn over...tired.
Faulty wire.
Look at you...just look at you.
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
Your hands, Incisors
Your lips, like Pliers
Penetrate, Golden
Guiltless
You left me on fire
PUSH-admire
I will get over it.
Turn over...tired.
Faulty wire.
Look at you...just look at you.
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