even when your eyes crinkle at the corner
and your skin feels like textured paper
even when you forgot your keys,
or your name, or even me
i promise you— i will never leave
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
even when your eyes crinkle at the corner
and your skin feels like textured paper
even when you forgot your keys,
or your name, or even me
i promise you— i will never leave
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