EdelPankhurst
To be continued. .?
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 c…
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When its raining inside
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 o…
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When its rainining inside
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 o…
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Intruded City Of My Heart
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.