somewhere beneath the stars i cradle my head between stubby fingers slight sandpaper felt lips pressed against the sheets aching to be felt against another's
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my bodys made of crushed little stars; avante garde forever alone trash.
Randomyou are in everything maybe thats why i love you
cherub lips dreaming.
somewhere beneath the stars i cradle my head between stubby fingers slight sandpaper felt lips pressed against the sheets aching to be felt against another's
