sun is up, i'm a mess
13 de febrero de 2015
lies
you make me feel more
[empty]
the touch of your
fingertips
so
gently
every word that you've
ever said to me
my tongue has saved it
to spit them
on you
whenever the fuck
you decide
to come back
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