Originariamente Scritto da Revenge Kyra Va bene. Va bene. Mi piace. Ora vai pure a vantarti, ecco.
I'm laying down, eating snow My fur is hot, my tongue is cold On a bed of spider web I think of how to change myself A lot of hope in a one man tent There's no room for innocence So take me home before the storm Velvet mites will keep us warm.
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