Dreaming of road trips and poppy fields
Dreaming of road trips and poppy fields
Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.
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Deb Caletti, Honey, Baby, Sweetheart