On the weekends, I usually wake up at noon, scarf down a Starbucks pain au chocolat and latte, then subsist...
I used to think that Michael Jackson was a wierdo who blamed the media for his own eccentricities.
As you narrated
sadness from the
lone performer’s eyes, I looked
at yours and
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