in the soft glow
on acoustic guitar
carved wood, strumming words
into dim light and tired eyes
easing and breathing
to me, you're warm tea
tell me, tell me
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
in the soft glow
on acoustic guitar
carved wood, strumming words
into dim light and tired eyes
easing and breathing
to me, you're warm tea
tell me, tell me
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