By Arcassin Burnham
Numb as being drowned in a pool of blood,
So much that Dracula couldn't even resist,
Bisexual friend dreaming about lonely studs,
Cats and cows drinking their own ****
In reality where do I fall,
In comatose of a thousand fires,
You could have had it all,
But your green card just expired.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Numb as being drowned in a pool of blood,
So much that Dracula couldn't even resist,
Bisexual friend dreaming about lonely studs,
Cats and cows drinking their own ****
In reality where do I fall,
In comatose of a thousand fires,
You could have had it all,
But your green card just expired.
frozen
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