The taste of honesty.

Here's a song that keeps replaying in my head. It goes like this:

Nothing but your t-shirt on.

Lingering with your perfume and a smile plastered on both our faces, as we lay there. Just lay there.

And I open up to you, with tears in my eyes.

Here's the truth:

I only wanted the honesty.

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