I want you to put your hands around my neck and squeeze till my body falls limp in your hold. At least I'll pass with your touch.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
this is the dirty truth.
PoetryAs if rope could bind my wrists together so perfectly, so could this.
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I want you to put your hands around my neck and squeeze till my body falls limp in your hold. At least I'll pass with your touch.
