Lips touching for the millionth time yet I know, soon you’ll no longer be mine Just like my goosebumps spread like fire, from a kiss filled with your desire, Our love flees us thus, we fight to keep it intact when all we should do is let it have an impact Let it leave usContinue reading “Exhale; loss”
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Josie Mattsson 