Jul 2014
suddenly aid comes, again
on my finger
that big fake
gem
These walls are fairly yellow.
It is not my husband,
but some wild illness.
Oh Charlotte,
Why couldn't you meet me half way?
on my finger
that big fake
gem
These walls are fairly yellow.
It is not my husband,
but some wild illness.
Oh Charlotte,
Why couldn't you meet me half way?
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