six seven eight life is great
when you blow that kiss
and i'm left here alone.
in peace.
nine ten eleven i could smell heaven
while drowning in cups of coffee
and plates of bacon
twelve a thousand and seven million
my woman i'm thinkin'
of your homecomin'
of us livin'
and dreamin'
thinkin of her n playin with edophilia
Thursday, July 24, 2008
i could smell heaven
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