Clouds descending, I’m not policing what you think and dream. I run into your thought from across the room. just another trick, can I weather this? I’ve got a fever above my waist
you’ve got a squeeze box on your knee.
I know the truth is in between the first and the fortieth drink.
miércoles, 7 de julio de 2010
Finalmente morí... lo que hizo que todo el mundo comenzara a vivir.
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