Hearken ye and listen to the call of the
drums, two hearts pounding in unison as if
joined at the hips, and the lips, while the hormones
pump you through the processing station of
life, and love, and a white picket fence, and a house like a
dream, which is what this has been from the start:
One drum, beating
alone.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
Hearken ye and listen to the call of the
drums, two hearts pounding in unison as if
joined at the hips, and the lips, while the hormones
pump you through the processing station of
life, and love, and a white picket fence, and a house like a
dream, which is what this has been from the start:
One drum, beating
alone.
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