Real ink where I watched you sleep
Real ink leaves me incomplete
My songs all read like poems
I really wish you’d write home
Your scent on my pillow still lingers
I can still feel your hair in my fingers
Sweet dreams, rya
Real ink where I watched you sleep
Real ink leaves me incomplete
My songs all read like poems
I really wish you’d write home
Your scent on my pillow still lingers
I can still feel your hair in my fingers
Sweet dreams, rya
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