Wednesday, 24 August 2016

Holly

My own breakfast test feel a lover's trauma don't i feel blessed sailing as we speak with a raging lymphoma all her troubles leak howl like the wind complaints amorphous a drowning sound that sinks like lead a real performance pictures in my head jukebox in the kitchen everything roars seeks wine at 8 am like she’s never been born chocolate with toast operate another form act the holy one.

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