i want to lay in my
rose tinted water bath,
sipping rosé champagne
out of that expensive flute,
giggling and blushing because of you.
i want to stay with you.
n° 52
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Poetrys t a r s ❝magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe-the stars sighed in unison.❞ -michael faudet highest ranking n° 9 in thepeopleofsociety | 23 june 2018 n° 2 in intellectual | 30 july 2018 n° 1 in incon...
cinquenta e dos
i want to lay in my
rose tinted water bath,
sipping rosé champagne
out of that expensive flute,
giggling and blushing because of you.
i want to stay with you.
n° 52
