I fear men in suits, with fresh apples for heads. Black and white profiles, bayside views. Falling in love when life is just one big satire. God's ink pen is running out, just like you...
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
I fear men in suits, with fresh apples for heads. Black and white profiles, bayside views. Falling in love when life is just one big satire. God's ink pen is running out, just like you...
Make me fall for you, than leave. Never found a writer quite like you. Never plan to. What a hell to go through.
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