tirsdag 24. februar 2009

your father blew smoke in your face to keep you quiet

he gave me his hands and I wasn't sure if I should take it,
press it to my face or hide it behind my neck

I dont love anyone who doesn't have dirty handsss


& when he's drunk, he tells me about the boys he has
kissed and where he wants to kiss me
I WILL KISS YOU MORE PASSIONATLY.

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