29 June, 2007

Em-homo Revolution.

They who are them. And all that goes with it.

The bottle in the pocket and the rage that hits to miss it.

Kisses mean something when all else is lost.

Boys with sexy haircuts ; kissing for a co$$t.

Kissing babies, tickle my boy. Fickle as it may be you're just a prodding toy.

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