Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Clear Cut
She is glass.
Clear and cracked.
You can fill her,
Clean her up.
But she always has spots.
Well of course.
She is glass.
September 3, 2007
Suge
Clear and cracked.
You can fill her,
Clean her up.
But she always has spots.
Well of course.
She is glass.
September 3, 2007
Suge
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