Dont know what you were thinking, Im so on the brink, needing something that we can, someone to keep and what youre doing is speaking. Your tongue in your cheek and your adorable weeping. Your water can leak in, fill up the room, as soon as Im stuck in the deep end, I cling to a beacon. I was sinking my teeth in, I flew from your region, left you some of my demons. You were some sort of treatment or something else.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 02:22:04 +0000
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