you can't always wring love out of wanting to save someone
you're left yearning to be pocket change
rubbing subtly on her thighs forever.
in vexatious clinks you sing
of your forgotten value
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
you can't always wring love out of wanting to save someone
you're left yearning to be pocket change
rubbing subtly on her thighs forever.
in vexatious clinks you sing
of your forgotten value
