She stamped me, with that hug
Her perfume is posted on my collar
Why would she have perfume, she
was running
And how did it get pressed on my collar
Now I have to smell her
Breathing a light desire, a thin dust of gypsy magic,
Every third breath.
Pretty peach, I wonder if she curls flowers
If not, she sure does stamp them
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
She stamped me, with that hug
Her perfume is posted on my collar
Why would she have perfume, she
was running
And how did it get pressed on my collar
Now I have to smell her
Breathing a light desire, a thin dust of gypsy magic,
Every third breath.
Pretty peach, I wonder if she curls flowers
If not, she sure does stamp them
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