-M.
It’s a number. It’s a song. It’s a boy. Smooth. Pearl joy packed. Gold falafel, as through ice. It’s four-thirty. Morning with phone calls. It’s deaf mute. It’s cheap. A foreign car. Maybe bingo.
Lucky night?
Something says it smells bad.
lunes, 23 de marzo de 2009
So run like hell, sleep with one eye open. You can forgive or forget. You will tell everyone the damage done. Too bad you can't stop me, you can't stop me now.
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