Like the Oscars,
We’re an annual affair.
The build up is glamorous; the aftermath fleeting.
You always win,
My tattooed Meryl Streep.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
Like the Oscars,
We’re an annual affair.
The build up is glamorous; the aftermath fleeting.
You always win,
My tattooed Meryl Streep.
I wrote this about a friend, who is sometimes a whatever the male term for "mistress" is.
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