You are a dinner set for two
and I'm late like always.
The candles have melted into red and white puddles on the tablecloth
like wax seals on the unread love notes
I leave tucked under your windshield wipers.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
You are a dinner set for two
and I'm late like always.
The candles have melted into red and white puddles on the tablecloth
like wax seals on the unread love notes
I leave tucked under your windshield wipers.
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