bittersweet,
never hold all the power.
that is mine.
made my bed this morning, had oatmeal, cup of red rose.
now waiting to leave for the bus.
Loved up, doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
i am dying to show you, and dying for you to show me too.
serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon
A heart of stone can turn to clay
But I still have a lot to learn about me
7 cities crafters
PAAAA pretty personal
its the night time that matters.
About Me
hard days work
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