right?
Water is pouring glass.
A hookah smokes my friend.
Paper stays on ink.
Movies love watching people.
My heartbeat often listens to me.
Books read our eyes.
Computers keep using people.
Death always thinks of us.
And that special one loves you
...right?
3 Nov, 2011
A hookah smokes my friend.
Paper stays on ink.
Movies love watching people.
My heartbeat often listens to me.
Books read our eyes.
Computers keep using people.
Death always thinks of us.
And that special one loves you
...right?
3 Nov, 2011
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