there is a color for every iris
a pattern for every fabric
a cloud for every sky
a way out of every labyrinth
two hands for every handshake
A grandmother for every warm apple pie
there is someone out there for everyone
everyone but me
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
there is a color for every iris
a pattern for every fabric
a cloud for every sky
a way out of every labyrinth
two hands for every handshake
A grandmother for every warm apple pie
there is someone out there for everyone
everyone but me
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