there are typos that your bare feet left on my back. thoughtless imprints left by miss steps you took. i feel your weight shift as you cautiously measure where you place your miss placed barefoot. you, walk all over my back without a second glance, or thought. you push away the blood in my skin with the weight of your bare feet and bare bad intentions. there are typos that your bare feet left on my back. but those bad impressions, never do last.
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
there are typos that your bare feet left on my back. thoughtless imprints left by miss steps you took. i feel your weight shift as you cautiously measure where you place your miss placed barefoot. you, walk all over my back without a second glance, or thought. you push away the blood in my skin with the weight of your bare feet and bare bad intentions. there are typos that your bare feet left on my back. but those bad impressions, never do last.
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