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His fingers were long and flexible and tanned, just like the rest of him, and they looked completely at home as they danced eleganty up and bown the wooden fret board. She watched him sittin cross-le…
A sad song and a chopped lemon / Lying gutted on the dusted table. / A dying candle drips out the only source of light, / Casting slanting shadows on the four walls / That contains everything she owns…
A sad song and a chopped lemon / Lying gutted on the dusted table. / A dying candle drips out the only source of light, / Casting slanting shadows on the four walls / That contains everything she owns…
Shaping the glowing embers into flames once more.
Sunset drenched accross this moonlit sky, / The warmth of this jacket pressed tight against my skin, / I can see your very breath with every single scented lie.