Like a razor to the skin
I bleed word of love for you
As each day grows colder, I find it harder to find spots
not engrossed by scars
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
Like a razor to the skin
I bleed word of love for you
As each day grows colder, I find it harder to find spots
not engrossed by scars
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