I stand before you like a blank page , hoping you fall for me ,
like spilled ink all over the blank page ,
paint me with love , stain me marking your territory.
Write me with love,rip a page or two.
Let the worn edges remind me of you
like spilled ink all over the blank page ,
paint me with love , stain me marking your territory.
Write me with love,rip a page or two.
Let the worn edges remind me of you
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