I wish you still thought about me.
I wish I didn’t think about you.
Would you have held my body better than he does?
Do I hold his?
For what are my arms when they long for your fulfilment again?
What is my heart? I can’t take it back.
May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 4:45 PM UTC
I wish you still thought about me.
I wish I didn’t think about you.
Would you have held my body better than he does?
Do I hold his?
For what are my arms when they long for your fulfilment again?
What is my heart? I can’t take it back.
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