the sun in my face
grazing hand on my skin
lips at my shoulders
squeeze at my arm
...
that deserted island. the one id made up in my head for us. with no intruders, no bills, no sorrows from the outside world. just you. forever.
grazing hand on my skin
lips at my shoulders
squeeze at my arm
...
that deserted island. the one id made up in my head for us. with no intruders, no bills, no sorrows from the outside world. just you. forever.
its still there. that wonderful place.
denial is really taking its toll.
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