vincent armone (1/24/70 / Brooklyn)
Just snow is colder.
When the summer in your belly is so hot.
But warming yourself in that fire ain't going to happen.
So get used to shivering in the ice.
Cause your both.
Submitted: Sunday, June 02, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013
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