Beatrice Dalle, too many years of my life i did not love you i wiggle out of my wigwam and go down to my friends house listen to bjork on their yellow stereo at home eat compulsively those holiday town house crackers in the summer Beatrice Muneca Beatrice Dahl Beatrice Doll what if ragedy anne was punk? with french hips and a white shirt looking down worried her zipper was undone
Reason for writing:
the start
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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