I met him in a haze of bad music, cheap drinks,
Christmas lights- drunk Christians-
Empty dance floors, two nose rings,
One slurred introduction,
And one immeasurable feeling of
italic 'Fuck, you could be the one.'
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
I met him in a haze of bad music, cheap drinks,
Christmas lights- drunk Christians-
Empty dance floors, two nose rings,
One slurred introduction,
And one immeasurable feeling of
italic 'Fuck, you could be the one.'
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