
Look at her face. Look at him unguarded and in love. It’s a miracle he doesn’t melt into a puddle. his boutonniere soggy on the floor. On my lips I can already feel the cigarette on her lips.⠀
Look at her face. Look at him unguarded and in love. It’s a miracle he doesn’t melt into a puddle. his boutonniere soggy on the floor. On my lips I can already feel the cigarette on her lips.⠀