Well god damn, just throw three of my kinks together like that!
Sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: That’s when you get shooting stars.
asi cogerme
Focus.
my skin folds into paper cranes
where it is touched by you
and flowers bloom along the path
that your thumb traces across my lip
i am ordinary
but made beautiful by you
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