now hold me to your swollen breast
trust me my dear I'll do the rest
hold me close to you once more
before you lead me out the door
YOU ARE READING
guilty.
PoetryAll of the citizen's desires, madness, and love stamped into pages, just to be delivered to you.
old brain
now hold me to your swollen breast
trust me my dear I'll do the rest
hold me close to you once more
before you lead me out the door