By lost child
i let slip your water glass (it screamed before it fell) this is me sitting silent on the dampened floor picking glass from my soulyou make me feel like a whore. Written August 2nd, 2001 © on Mar 17 2002 07:35 AM PST 0 • 1
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"i let slip your water glass..."
Author:lost child
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"i let slip your water glass..." by lost child
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