Of all the places i thought, I sought in your warm living room i felt this, sensation this feeling that i would never have to worry about stepping outside the door of this steep drop of insanity that we call life. As long as you let me return return to your stubby beard and sit on this couch with you every night and when the sunlight shines again let me cross this room when the air is filled strong with the morning roast. two cups and a newspaper served to you by me your women .-anonymous
Posted on: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 07:49:04 +0000
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