I SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT I AM UP TO NO GOOD
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
I COMPARE YOU TO A KISS FROM A ROSE ON THE GREY. THE MORE I GET OF YOU, STRANGER IT FEELS AND NOW THAT YOUR ROSE IS IN BLOOM, A LIGHT HITS THE GLOOM ON THE GREY.
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