A Mirror Without
Monday, May 6, 2013
Take me home, darling.
It's over now. Maybe my ups are all downtown so far away. I'm too lost to be found. I guess you knew nothing matters anymore and that's the secret to New York.
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It's over now. Maybe my ups are all downtown so far away. I'm too lost to be found. I guess you knew nothing matters anymore and that's the secret to New York. 
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