Lines of her lies
Reading lines of her lies
Eyes wide open
Closed mind
Words bleeding through my soul
Streaming fantasies of that smile
Distant picture of her thighs
Her tongue spinning in my thoughts
I cross fingers for those I hurt
And trigger a raw reminiscence
Me
Lying in empty bed
With no gun
But hole in my head
Eyes wide open
Closed mind
Words bleeding through my soul
Streaming fantasies of that smile
Distant picture of her thighs
Her tongue spinning in my thoughts
I cross fingers for those I hurt
And trigger a raw reminiscence
Me
Lying in empty bed
With no gun
But hole in my head
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