My corned beef tasted like
Chateaubriand today
and the sun wasn't yellow,
it was golden
& I am not myself,
these feelings.
Oh these ******** feelings.
Nothing is the same
since I met you,
I want more.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
My corned beef tasted like
Chateaubriand today
and the sun wasn't yellow,
it was golden
& I am not myself,
these feelings.
Oh these ******** feelings.
Nothing is the same
since I met you,
I want more.
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