Nocturne (one) It is war Marie
trilingual post: English, Italiano, română Love, oh, love as a grenade In one hand I keep nail And in other grenade and no longer counting for up to seven I have time to throw me down at the bottom than ever to open a letter unwritten to open a beer (like a grenade) to unbutton… Citește mai mult Nocturne (one) It is war Marie