All I had were words,
paintings
that resembled
abstract lovers
but it was
in realism
that I could
find vulnerability,
where every second
counts,
every
single day
and all through
the night time
and all through
the daytime
it rang in my ear,
telling me that dignity
was more important
than honesty
2 comments:
f*cking stellar
agreed.
going from strength to strength, good sir.
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