onsdag 16 november 2011

Sober

Tränat, duchat, fixat. Dags att fixa sig lite mer. Och sen laga mat.





I can't believe that I'm kissing you.
You touching me and I can't imagine to be somewhere else.
I'm all in with no regrets.
Under the streetlights, standing face to face.

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