Hickeys are the paradox of love,
what usually comes from violence comes from passion,
scratches on his back,
and bruises on my neck,
they are all paradoxes,
the pain that usually comes from that is silenced by the bliss of love.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
Hickeys are the paradox of love,
what usually comes from violence comes from passion,
scratches on his back,
and bruises on my neck,
they are all paradoxes,
the pain that usually comes from that is silenced by the bliss of love.
Original work by Tasa Jalbert
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