every last scam
no need to worry, wonder (i've got happiness to share and soon- we'll be sunbathers) drenched in our own knowings, longings we never had before the torch came past this way (before our chances came and went) suddenly silvery like cloud linings, we'll be better than anything without hope.
2004-05-09 | 8:04 a.m.
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