ah nick drake. open wide the hymns you hide. ah yes, it is you mr. drake.A Poem by Safrina
he told me, to find myself
along the fleet of skin, seeds, hair as weeds, soft skeletons are one to dance, always poolside. and they told me, they always tell me not to search sea but eat home grown lips instead of amiable meat. © 2010 SafrinaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 7, 2010 Last Updated on May 7, 2010 AuthorSafrinaBirmingham, United KingdomAboutkisses on the neck and writing rules my life and determinsim is a b***h but me and her made a deal so it's all good now. in fact, shes doing a lot of great things for me. Take down the lo.. more..Writing
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