Paper. Ink. Number. Wine. Leather Jacket.
Monday, June 21, 2010
I wonder if he know he's all I think about at night...
Hold him tight. Give him all the love. And know you're lucky.
You get to stare at his eyes. Yeah.
You don't have to look at a picture.
I fake a smile so he won't see.
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