I'll stand outside
and blow you kisses
until my lips are chapped
and blood runs down my chin.
So the next time
your cheeks are brushed
by a gust of wind, remember,
my love is a tornado.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
I'll stand outside
and blow you kisses
until my lips are chapped
and blood runs down my chin.
So the next time
your cheeks are brushed
by a gust of wind, remember,
my love is a tornado.
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