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Black tea
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Black tea |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
I bought some grey paint at your new store, you call it dreary. I call you cold. you eyes are sending shivers up through my bones. So I pressed the pause button and stained my burgendy tears a beautiful moth color. That's what you wanted. Quiet and dull, just like you. Sit still, look pretty. Music seethes in my lungs acid on my throat wash it down with black tea. Hot and dark. LIke your eyes Now your in my stomach watching me. |
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