published on: 2014-04-23 00:18:28
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“My sleeves are stained red from all the truth that I’ve
hello
Nice hands.Â
The Loss of Poetry
Everyone who;s ever left me, comes back. And that’s a
published on: 2014-04-23 00:18:28
💳
“My sleeves are stained red from all the truth that I’ve
hello
Nice hands.Â
The Loss of Poetry
Everyone who;s ever left me, comes back. And that’s a