hunger pang growing pain candy cane vampire fangs lover's lane let's go hang what's yer name weather vane out with a bang go insane tame your mane wax and wane summer's rain all in vain
Beth Anne, Author
tthrows metal with mittens on in the dead of winter listening to the cold as it echoes down the streets and into her bones. consecrated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, navigating these streets and figuring out this GPS, and trying real hard to reach Sainthood. failing miserably every day. trying again every tomorrow.