late nights at your job
******* ****
on my polka dot dress
(we both loved it so)
taking photographs of graffiti
on these proletarian walls
our first pizza and some of our first kisses
you look so **** on camera
and even sexier now dear
I wish I could **** you here
your shy hand on mine
a rising sun, a rising sun
all of this takes me somewhere
and I know this was the right way
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 4:48 AM UTC
late nights at your job
******* ****
on my polka dot dress
(we both loved it so)
taking photographs of graffiti
on these proletarian walls
our first pizza and some of our first kisses
you look so **** on camera
and even sexier now dear
I wish I could **** you here
your shy hand on mine
a rising sun, a rising sun
all of this takes me somewhere
and I know this was the right way
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