The pleasant breeze did kiss
All of the skin,it could find.
My sky was burnt,of
Thoughts and cigarette ash.
The air had love in it.
My breath was soiled,of
A lost innocence,and
A forgotten simplicity...
I stood there,but
The mirror was murky,or,was it me.....
All of the skin,it could find.
My sky was burnt,of
Thoughts and cigarette ash.
The air had love in it.
My breath was soiled,of
A lost innocence,and
A forgotten simplicity...
I stood there,but
The mirror was murky,or,was it me.....
true with age knowing what is right and what is wrong becomes possible only with time.
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