and i still can not believe what midnight brings.
and how every eve of the first day of the month.
i can't help but think of you.
Loved up, doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
i am dying to show you, and dying for you to show me too.
serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon
A heart of stone can turn to clay
But I still have a lot to learn about me
7 cities crafters
PAAAA pretty personal
its the night time that matters.
About Me
hard days work
1 comment:
Hey, thanks for thinking of me!
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