Bye!
Nothing to put into words.
All's perfect.
World's round.
Find a slum.
& Stay there.
All's perfect.
World's round.
Find a slum.
& Stay there.
we vainly contemplate a wind we feel that stirs the blooming meadows, the meadows made imaginary by this stop.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home