The truth is,
I was cold.
So I bought a hot cocoa
And burned my tongue
With filthy, cloying kisses.
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Hot Cocoa
The truth is,
I was cold.
So I bought a hot cocoa
And burned my tongue
With filthy, cloying kisses.
