Ner med monarkin

Now, after almost three weeks of vain pursuit, it was almost Christmas in New York; season of goodwill and suicide. Streets thronged; the air like salt in wounds; Mammon in glory.


Make me sigh.

Namn:
Orkar inte fylla i allt igen...

E-postadress: (Kommer inte skicka konstiga mejl.)

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