ciara
ciara
ciara
...she's a femme fatale...
I was seventeen years young...
...many things have betrayed me between then and here...
... so I think about that and I sort of black out...
all the lurid details...
No, my child, this is not my desire. I'm digging for fire...
...my little record player on the floor...
'cause you're filthy... and I'm gorgeous...
I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home...
I need a map to get me out of this town...
Email:
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AIM:
Smashed Ophelia
Addiction
Addiction^2
...puzzle pieces from the clay...
