-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.
miércoles, 30 de septiembre de 2009
You'll never know how much I miss you...
- and if I made you mad today, tell me would you love me tomorrow? - make me always get mad and be mad... so i'm gong to love u even i'm already mad about u ...
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