YOU ARE READING city scapes Poëzie day in the life of wake me up when september 150 34 1 by notaubrey by notaubrey Follow Share Plaats op je profiel Delen via E-mail Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Plaats op je profiel Delen via E-mail Verhaal melden still hungover, always hungoveri wake to the smell of her perfume and aphrodisiac on my stomach;her hair knotted in my fist i pass out again
