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:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
We’ll talk about nothing…. and everything.
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