sometimes my mouth was too
sharp, my tongue was too
fast, my eyebrow would
arch just a bit too high
and you would get
that slow smile
I loved, s a y
"whoa there,
sassafras."
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
sometimes my mouth was too
sharp, my tongue was too
fast, my eyebrow would
arch just a bit too high
and you would get
that slow smile
I loved, s a y
"whoa there,
sassafras."
but you still loved
m e in my sassiest
m o m e n t s
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