"There is absence, there is lack, there are wolves here abound"
Sunday, December 16, 2012
To C.
Does he know when you're sad? You don't like to be touched, Let alone kissed. Does he know where your lips begin? Do you know who you are? Do you laugh, just to know what I lack? Do you know your lip shakes when you're mad? And do you notice when you're sad? You don't like to be touched, Let alone kissed. Does his love make your head spin?
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