midnight mysteries

honey dripping down his lips © BEE

𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬; 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐝

this is about kids and skin and young hips on young hips

it will make sense in the morning.

I CRIED OUT FOR HELP BUT NOT EVEN I COULD HEAR ANY TRUTH IN IT collection of poetry © clamydia | 2018

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