i know it would end with a sweet fuck
peppermint scent, your lips and the city's dirt
lingers. summer of sixty nine
when you're not even mine
i know it would end with a sweet
song. the singer with sad eyes, losing
her love. your finger scratching my back
a wounded dove.
i miss the way your skirt
slashed my cheek
oh i've never been so
weak.
Monday, May 12, 2008
i know it would end with a sweet fuck
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