My Dream World
12.12.2010
Sunday Brunch
Piles of Books, a clear head, registration and deposits into future gigs, and green tea. Now indulge.
I bite every piece of you and lick my fingers. The scent of you is still on me,I call it dessert. You like to call yourself my Sunday Brunch.
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