A heart made of ground

 
"I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
it felt good to be a out of the rain
 
In the desert you can remember your name,
'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain"
2013-08-20 @ 21:33:30 Bitar ur ett liv Permalink

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