She’ll leave the light on for you, torched between her index and thumb. Lying on her side with an unlit matchstick between her knees.
Inaakay
Aren’t you tired of chasing God?
Aren’t you tired of chasing God?
She’ll leave the light on for you, torched between her index and thumb. Lying on her side with an unlit matchstick between her knees.
Pure Ultraviolence 