Your presence is like Midas touch
a bit too much,
we,
smile at the sight-of each others blush
nah, not but
we butt-heads over bread
over loafs
over who gives better head
instead
of which heart is gripped by the solid gold clutch
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
Your presence is like Midas touch
a bit too much,
we,
smile at the sight-of each others blush
nah, not but
we butt-heads over bread
over loafs
over who gives better head
instead
of which heart is gripped by the solid gold clutch
More pointless rhymes. Part 2 of the Ghost series
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