Oh High Bandit · Jul 1, 2012
Dollar Store. Love Potions.

Fire
burns in hell.
Too.

All
dragged down
down
d
o
w
n
to the bottom
of the abyss.

Guess I'll just start....

Drinking,
dollar store
love potions.

Only to get a stomach ache.

Those damn butterflies.
They've done it again.

.

 
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