You speak in bullets
You distill liquor from love
and yet I'm lost in you
You are my poisoned apple
You are glass flooring below me
because it's more tormenting when you
can see what lies beneath.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
You speak in bullets
You distill liquor from love
and yet I'm lost in you
You are my poisoned apple
You are glass flooring below me
because it's more tormenting when you
can see what lies beneath.
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