Sunday, October 18, 2015

by way of error flowers look at me
  curfume
      i love your sweet scent mister what's your secret
 the mess ahmen
the rich cant take everything for they are dying too.
                                                       animals.   they remain in context, in a way that we do not.    Beyond Words

when i'm tired i look at you and see oh you and the dog in me

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