Simon-Forsythe - Hello Poetry

Simon-Forsythe

Simon-Forsythe

Thank you to those who have taken the time to read some of my ideas. / / I'm a man who will never grow up. / I write about love a lot. / Nothing else makes sense to me. / Nothing else makes sense to you.

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