No one warns little girls
How boys with such pretty eyes,
Who smell like smoke,
Who taste like rain,
Who talk like silver,
Are the reasons behind
Tear soaked pillows
Half finished poems
And bad dreams
No one warns little girls
How boys with such pretty eyes,
Who smell like smoke,
Who taste like rain,
Who talk like silver,
Are the reasons behind
Tear soaked pillows
Half finished poems
And bad dreams
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