I am as out of place As a grinning naked buddha in a convent. No, no No fatly smiling cherub, wickedly flinging arrows and cracking skulls, Smoke pouring from his nostrils; No. The cherub will wake up in the morning, Skinned alive and stuck to the bedsheets. That's what love is.
Reason for writing:
It just really isn't worth the risk.Birth sign: Not entered
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