We fell into bed on an instance
No need for introductions
We left all of those behind
In the bar of inconveniences
As we fumbled in the words
"My place or yours ."
She reached into a pocket
Lined in purple satin promises
And handed me her keys
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
We fell into bed on an instance
No need for introductions
We left all of those behind
In the bar of inconveniences
As we fumbled in the words
"My place or yours ."
She reached into a pocket
Lined in purple satin promises
And handed me her keys
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