Inland When you inch your way across the bed and our feet touch I dream of running summer beaches falling on a blanket and spitting watermelon seeds and the taste of your lips salty sweet. © 2005 Tom Harmon
When you inch your way across the bed and our feet touch I dream of running summer beaches falling on a blanket and spitting watermelon seeds and the taste of your lips salty sweet.
© 2005 Tom Harmon
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