On Crashes
Half quarter to four
I am here To little tour
Where I go to detour
Come, show me in an hour
Drive your little white car..
Seeing you on a mile dart..
Oh! heart begin to start..
Pumping twice I can't halt..
On dark colored glasses..
Your looks on dashes..
My cheeks runs flushes.
Surrounding seems on crashes..
By: olive_eloi
4:10 pm
11/18/2013
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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2013
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