Late Night Head Rush.
The visage of jesters,
The hauteuer of felines.
The slumber of reptiles,
The sultry of summer.
All in a shot of brandy.
Because sometimes you don't see the thorns.
The visage of jesters,
The hauteuer of felines.
The slumber of reptiles,
The sultry of summer.
All in a shot of brandy.
Posted by Tze at 11:42 AM
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