I won't care about the people
Disgustingly looking at us.
What I care the most
Is the touch that our lips would soon make.
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PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
Day 145
I won't care about the people
Disgustingly looking at us.
What I care the most
Is the touch that our lips would soon make.
