meet me in november, by MaryyMurders Subscribe to rss feed for MaryyMurders

meet me in november were the leaves are bright were we meet
at love at first sight were the rain smelled like fresh
flower blooms and everything else reminds me of you. meet me
in november were we first met and also a promise i wont
forget
Posted: 2011-01-02 05:21:51 UTC

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