(Ideas are running like a fountain, in alllll the time, and I'm just holding my face up, trying to get a drink. Blood thirsty me, cravecravecrave
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I wanted to tell you Before you returned to your real life If you find yourself here again I’ll dress in springs gentle teases and your laughter Feel some sort of pure joy underfoot Under reign Weaving sweet blossoms in my hair Summers intense noon sun Will line my lust That winter can never touch
Ya no jueges con mi honra parrandero Si tus caricias han de ser mías, de nadie masI went to bed very early last night. Like, 6 pm early. WTF
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