My saturated love will never pool so high as to overflow into the covens where you need it.
That's why I stride in reverse and soak my pillow instead.
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Poetry archive from the mental hospital
PoetryThe title says it all. Please read and comment ur thoughts
What else can i do?
My saturated love will never pool so high as to overflow into the covens where you need it.
That's why I stride in reverse and soak my pillow instead.
