So the drunken fool stumbles about his responsibilities,
sunbeams glowing from his eyes…
no perfume strong enough to hide this stench of love.
I give up.
God,
that rascal
always has other plans
for me
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
So the drunken fool stumbles about his responsibilities,
sunbeams glowing from his eyes…
no perfume strong enough to hide this stench of love.
I give up.
God,
that rascal
always has other plans
for me
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