-A Poem by sea lily
i don't understand.
i don't want my books don't want my paint-and-water friend anybody, no longer friend. kissing you in a broken-down bus and holding your hand (in the cloudy night). the string trumpets that collide. © 2009 sea lily |
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Added on September 20, 2009 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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