vineri, 16 septembrie 2011


and I would never get tired of it, of your touch, of your fingertips caressing my skin. your smile, your perfume that gives me bliss, our love for cigs. it feels like a permanent tie, but at the same time I know it might break tomorrow. still, I hunger for your cuddling, for your stroke, for my daily dose of drugs. am I lost? no, I just found myself.

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