La Lavande
And such are the thoughts of a romantic with daydreams lovely and diaphanous.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
you used to be here now you're gone, nair.
I can see through you.
Heck I can see through almost everybody actually.
You just don't know, right?
I hide it because I'm just too damn nice.
You just want the attention.
Don't you?
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