Monthly Archives: February 2013

Naked in the glass.

Seems like I remind you of the cool black velvet nights When you slept without clothes under a felt rose above city lights And the hands that fell to your thighs, faster than those whom ate all your lies Were … Continue reading

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Her type Green

Mix cognac with air Shampoo your hair with water Get high on it all -Richí

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