Toll, Bad Dreams, and Love, Sweet Love
Here I stand, this ground I hold. Step up, step up, and pay the toll. You will pay for what the take, but you might leave with nothing. Too much caffiene and bad dreams, the decanter shattered. Tipped and spilled the liquid of love, love, love, sweet love.
this is me.i was writed on 2002-09-02 at 2:33 p.m.
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