Kamilla

She says We're going nowhere, doesn't want to moan, paints her toes railway slow, she has stripped my bones, has an Italian home, cares only for the show, states we're sliding further, like sinking you know, it's different in Val d'Isere, keeping up a cheerful tone, since our time in Rome, I try to ease the blow, life isn't really fair, with all your money on loan, think how others must share, she laughs at men with iphones, who try to create a glow, Dahling where will we go, us generous souls ?