we were sitting at the table
everything covered in flour
i was wearing the flour mustache
you painted
all i could see was the joy in your eyes
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 12:03 PM UTC
we were sitting at the table
everything covered in flour
i was wearing the flour mustache
you painted
all i could see was the joy in your eyes
let's not call it love though
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