We were drunk, and stupid, and scared.
I was scared.
You were all poise with your surgeon hands
To cut past the layers of clothing and skin.
I clutched the air, like a sheet, to my chest.
You wanted an adventure but got me.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
We were drunk, and stupid, and scared.
I was scared.
You were all poise with your surgeon hands
To cut past the layers of clothing and skin.
I clutched the air, like a sheet, to my chest.
You wanted an adventure but got me.
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