With cranberry stained lips
I wondered what you tasted like
On the inside
Of a mouth that mimes nothing. A
Song in the foreground of your
Battleground
Autumn flashes like hope in the
Pan of a prospector
Of love.
I wondered what you tasted like
On the inside
Of a mouth that mimes nothing. A
Song in the foreground of your
Battleground
Autumn flashes like hope in the
Pan of a prospector
Of love.
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praesepe:
I'm guessing the relationship didn't end too well ?
ihavethemic:
I did get the mix and I have one for you, but still haven't sent it yet (sorry!). I will send it tomorrow though, promise. I loved your mix!