chelsea
with a stamped youth gone, arrogent gutiars clack away at the nights end.if the word was magic.she alwys warned of the rancid exitance, being this i'd nod, laugh.right.hispanic little lives, forever done up in that pretty little box. Written September 22nd, 2001 © on Sep 22 2001 03:51 PM PST 0 • 1
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"with a stamped youth gone, arrogent gutiars clack away at the nights end.if the word was magic.she alwys warned of the rancid exitance, being this i'd nod, laugh.right.hispanic little lives, forever done up in that pretty little box...."