Monday 2 October 2006 photo 6/6
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my skin is white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent resting on her bones my skin is cold as her toes on the bathroom floor run back to bed and slam the door oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound skin is my it's the only thing that doesn't really fly in my land
Annons