Cold blood and ice-cream cones,
love never felt quite so daft
For when our time is up,
there is naught to do but laugh
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
Cold blood and ice-cream cones,
love never felt quite so daft
For when our time is up,
there is naught to do but laugh
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