beauty, love, poetry, womenheart’s kitchen in heart’s kitchen we sit, break bread together hold hands across the table run my thumb across the palm of your hand down the inside of your wrist feeling your pulse sing to me so here i sit with you what shall we talk about? Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleMoreRedditTumblrEmailLike this:Like Loading... Standard
We’ll talk about nothing…. and everything.
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