The scent and the aroma refuses to breathe, it's more like a haze that is trying to succed. It's drawing me in and pulling me to you and every thought i have turns the language blue. All it costs is just a minute now, for one dollar you can show me how. I'll take your hand and then your worries too, in just one dance i'll make your dreams come true!
miércoles, 13 de abril de 2011
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