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"Mama, Mama, put me to bed. I won’t make it home, I’m already half-dead. I met an Invalid, and fell for his art. He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart"
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"Mama, Mama, put me to bed. I won’t make it home, I’m already half-dead. I met an Invalid, and fell for his art. He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart"
1 comment on amor deliria nervosa
Heartelektra May 01, 2014
love that book!
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