You slipped through my fingers
I feel like you’re trying to wash me off you
If you are please let me get you a napkin
And I will leave
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
You slipped through my fingers
I feel like you’re trying to wash me off you
If you are please let me get you a napkin
And I will leave
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