My island nights are all spent dying
Wait for summer to become wrought with lips,
my wishful thinking
Thursday, February 18
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- when you slammed the door
- lots of butter
- a crack on the head is what you get for asking
- pieces of what
- stop these looks and letters
- blue eyed lightning bolt
- stay put and play along
- don't let the children out to play
- bad romance
- jack nicholson
- moonlight on my floor, shining through the roof
- and I really think it's cool
- "I feel like a great dane!"
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