Aug 2014
I pull at my bribed wire chains
forgive me here
as I feel the cold wind blowing over me
long before your rusted chains held me down hit the ground
I think you you will find
I have changed.
forgive me here
as I feel the cold wind blowing over me
long before your rusted chains held me down hit the ground
I think you you will find
I have changed.
True story POP Poem No. 1
The inter POP P@ul.
The inter POP P@ul.
