Mar 2015
as she walk through the alley and
whisper, 'mama didnt raise a saint'
she continue to finish her cigarette
all she can think was her mother
she loved her to death
that her own death is unvital
whisper, 'mama didnt raise a saint'
she continue to finish her cigarette
all she can think was her mother
she loved her to death
that her own death is unvital
