not so glamorous that i'm crying
diamonds into martini glasses.
'what's your poison' ?
scowling into dry gin mirrors
'anything.' cuz the fountain of youth
doesn't exist
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
not so glamorous that i'm crying
diamonds into martini glasses.
'what's your poison' ?
scowling into dry gin mirrors
'anything.' cuz the fountain of youth
doesn't exist
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