Jun 2014
"When I spend time with you,
I pretend our days are counted.
And God forbid the time comes,
but that way I won't ever
have to ask myself to what
we could have amounted."
I pretend our days are counted.
And God forbid the time comes,
but that way I won't ever
have to ask myself to what
we could have amounted."
(Perth, Australia)
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