Excuse me for killing the writers portage...
A bottle of wine...whole
Blood fingers, yourself
fucking. I keep meaning
to write you a letter, but
I can't gather the courage
to call you, its been awhile
and I can't forget how to
write these words.
Blood fingers, yourself
fucking. I keep meaning
to write you a letter, but
I can't gather the courage
to call you, its been awhile
and I can't forget how to
write these words.