cut deep, while others are sleeping.
we tread the way, from here to there,
leaving a trail. you may follow.
cut round the cowslips, leave the twigs.
step this way, it leads to the old apple tree,
cookers. step that way
plum blossom.
nothng is straight, nothing planned.
later we watched chelsea .
sbm.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
cut deep, while others are sleeping.
we tread the way, from here to there,
leaving a trail. you may follow.
cut round the cowslips, leave the twigs.
step this way, it leads to the old apple tree,
cookers. step that way
plum blossom.
nothng is straight, nothing planned.
later we watched chelsea .
sbm.
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