Dont Touch My Head For It May Pop
Friday, August 13, 2010
Tens of Couches
Lost in the stormy weather
I find you in the darkness
your voice, as light as a feather
My eyes cant adjust, I can't see
Your skin, smooth as leather
Can't wait till morning
Wont we stay together?
Taylor A. Olson
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