let me fill you, poetryLet me fill you. We were standing at the starbucks and for the first time I heard him called me his wife. (i’m high on you days/ Pg 17.) excerpts from – let me fill you Click here to read “let me fill you” Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketLike this:Like Loading... Related
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