Poems from glalies

you're crazy boy, you're a psycho
if your life was a drawing it'd be a big black x x x i hate the way you smoke you hold your cigarettes  too tight  and then you  put them...
thigh high skirts and the birth of a disappointment
these flats were not made for climbing and yet their soles still stick to the rock inlaid slope of the path up to I17 my dress is as...