these thoughts are why i have no friends
Tuesday
Wash your sheets.
The taste of you lingers within my smile.
Lips that touch are as beautiful as an angel’s cry.
I can’t be mad at myself for loving you.
Oh, I can’t be mad at myself for loving you dear.
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