as i sit here, months after, i remember not
the sweaty ******* or sated lust,
but the light kisses,
and your eyes,
how they
pitied
me
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
as i sit here, months after, i remember not
the sweaty ******* or sated lust,
but the light kisses,
and your eyes,
how they
pitied
me
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