Jul 2014
A little piece
Of me
Dies
Every time I sit
Here and make poetry
On my itouch
Whilst I watch
Families play with their
Children
Right in front of me
Of me
Dies
Every time I sit
Here and make poetry
On my itouch
Whilst I watch
Families play with their
Children
Right in front of me
(Santa Barbara)
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