i thought.
you tasted like lust and you smelt like wintergreen and your hands were feathers and tickled my skin.
i know.
you tasted like skoal.
you smelt like smoke.
your hands felt like regret.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
i thought.
you tasted like lust and you smelt like wintergreen and your hands were feathers and tickled my skin.
i know.
you tasted like skoal.
you smelt like smoke.
your hands felt like regret.
that's all you left me with. regret.
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