Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.
September 27, 2010
Justify my love.
I wanna kiss you in Paris, I wanna hold your hand in Rome, I wanna run naked in a rainstorm, make love in a train crosscountry. You put this on me, so now what?
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