Small The Cut

if but i stay can you not at least try them on if i could only but see you through them through my eyes lips so remarkably livid, again once alive as likened towards, 'your face when it glows your cheeks so full and my head how it spins when with you what they do i do what you do when you do it the shock from it when i rub it all around smaller each circle until you have reason to cry and weeping off through them and cut as you are it is hard to restring the rose when i blow on your nose as i do.