keep our skulls
Our eyes locked, and someone threw away the key. Our look was as if two lovers, or deadly enemies, met unexpectedly on an overgrown path when each had been thinking of something else: a clearing blow to the gut. Our eyes locked, and someone threw away the key. Our look was as if two lovers, or deadly enemies, met unexpectedly on an overgrown path when each had been thinking of something else: a clearing blow to the gut.
hungover lovers
dirtyflowergarden said:
You drew and bobby D? Polyamory ftw :)
farriswheels said:
I’m just going to pretend you’re in a three-way relationship with Bob Dylan.
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