our *** is like asteroids
colliding, breaking shards
off each other and not caring
which planet we're headed towards
we sixty-nine so well
pull me into your orbit again
let mouths decide
when we explode
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 8:19 AM UTC
our *** is like asteroids
colliding, breaking shards
off each other and not caring
which planet we're headed towards
we sixty-nine so well
pull me into your orbit again
let mouths decide
when we explode
inb4 a ton of love poems
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