Wednesday 6 June 2007 photo 11/15
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You don't have to move, you don't have to speak lips for biting. you're staring me down, a glance makes me weak eyes for striking now I'm twisting up when I'm twisted with you brush so lightly and time trickles down, and I'm breathing for two squeeze so tightly. I'll be fine, you'll be fine. this moment seems so long don't waste now, precious time we'll dance inside the song
Annons