اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Tuxedo skeleton never says what he means. Maybe you like the taste of aged lies, but I know all the iron-pressed tricks of the trade: brave face, cool apathy, burying these breakable bones under starched fabric.
Anyways, here I am dropping out of our question-marked conversations.
Here I am, mixing you with metaphors.
Here I am, writing you a tuxedo poem instead of stripping down to the black-and-white bones of us.
