Thursday, January 15, 2009

45 x 365 #66

66/365 - MF

Every girl dreams she can change the bad boy. When you rode up on your motorcycle, all leathered up, I wanted you to be mine. You only wanted one thing from me, though. After I provided it for you, you vanished, never heard from again.

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