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so yeh.....
i hold an image of the ashtray girl, and the cigarette burns on my chest. i wrote a poem to describe our world, and ti put our friendship to the test. and late at nite, when im on all fours, she used to watch me kiss the floor...
whats wrong with this picture?
whats wrong with this picture?
xx
i hold an image of the ashtray girl, and the cigarette burns on my chest. i wrote a poem to describe our world, and ti put our friendship to the test. and late at nite, when im on all fours, she used to watch me kiss the floor...
whats wrong with this picture?
whats wrong with this picture?
xx