18 Testo

Testo 18

Dear god I don't know if this is a prayer for forgiveness or a crucifixion,but last night I saw heaven fall down to earth and land on her face
in the form of long bown hair and lips that constantly pout.
She walks so well and I write her beautiful poems
I will never ever give.
Her mouth tastes the sweetest.
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