The prickly surface.
Wow.
My fingers always find my way to you.
But your longer arms,
Wow.
Hold me while we watch
Freedom Writers.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 11:15 PM UTC
The prickly surface.
Wow.
My fingers always find my way to you.
But your longer arms,
Wow.
Hold me while we watch
Freedom Writers.
The others.
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