I want you to fold me up,
tiny as a the pick between your fingers,
and hide me in your pocket
for the times when you want my harmonies.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
I want you to fold me up,
tiny as a the pick between your fingers,
and hide me in your pocket
for the times when you want my harmonies.
if u haven't noticed I write about girls through the cities they're from or where they want to be
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