Blues In The Night

When my Love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies; therefore I lie with her, and she with me, and in our faults by lies we flattered be. ———————————— Hockey and trumpet player. Lover of whisky and absinthe, cigars, fine wine, French food and jazz. Alternative Hedonist.

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play me as our lullaby tonight.. almost closing time ~*🖤*~sims

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