When there are Three Girls

Please like this post if you love holding hands.

This photo makes me want to go see the Three Girls Fountain at New York... who wants to go to New York to see parks and fountains?
 That pretentious 'let's last forever' type of tug on my shirt, with oh, the slide of your shadow on my skirt. The scent of your breath as my hair memorized, smelled like pastries and sodas, at times toxic like wine.
You're elaborate, you're sinful,
my gut was so right. --

That kiss was a wrong move, it took all my bishops. My knights didn't wake up at dawn.
My tower's all locked up, but I lay not there. I tricked you, I tried but you followed me right where
I wished you
wouldn't dare. You dared.


Please like this post if you read between lines.


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