You ask me,
where I’m going,
I say
“Lipgloss”
and then I’m back,
my lips on yours.
I always come back,
but you always ask,
as if my lips aren’t marked,
with your initials.
You ask me,
where I’m going,
I say
“Lipgloss”
and then I’m back,
my lips on yours.
I always come back,
but you always ask,
as if my lips aren’t marked,
with your initials.
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The link is below.
https://chat.whatsapp.com/Gtu0rA8HwpO987KATkJryM
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