Sunday 14 October 2007 photo 2/2
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With an ironclad fist, I wake up and french kiss the morning. While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head while we're talking, about all of the things that I long to believe, about love, the truth, what you mean to me and the truth is, baby you're all that I need.
Annons