Beauty is in an outer boarder, one time escaped wild and left me with a broken shoulder.
I had a new time to photo things and taking photographs in the second with this Instagram
The form was divine, no blinds inside the open, I hid behind the street sign.
And I’m behind the giant pine, she did yoga every night at about nine.
It’s nine o’clock, glad he wasn’t at tofu, he had to cancel city, start to call his father soaps.
He kind of look like shows, he know the distributors and the chain motels.
Imagine how in winter snows, a one legged king bitch and hoes in the work-out clothes.
Inspiration like abuse, also in the flying crew she never wore shoes.
That’s why I brought this new Canon, pack the China beach back up ahead the Gween street.
Shit wasn’t rs, very rich realistic, she wore the same sweats.
Or almost sweats, they were turbo green,
I often think to myself if I only had a trampoline.
Damn, she took off her pants, these photographs were our first found romance.
I was only 12, barely broke my shoulder when we fell off these garage shelves.
We were just messing around, I felt my shirt pop when I hit the damn garage ground.
I surely went before her, years later, when she was back in town.
I took photographs of you when you were younger
And now I’m showing them to you, to you
I’m showing them to you.
Didn’t mean to turn you on.
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