I want to cut you.
With a knife I own, you wouldn’t know, but it has serrated edges.
I want to cut you from the corner of your left eye, down to the right side of your lips.
I love your smile.
I
I don't write. I create.
I don't write. I create.
I want to cut you.
With a knife I own, you wouldn’t know, but it has serrated edges.
I want to cut you from the corner of your left eye, down to the right side of your lips.
I love your smile.
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