eight years and five kilos of
words and ink narrating all
my fortune and misfortune
and mother unknowingly
sold my diaries as trash
for thirty. well, at least she
got a good price for my past
--
Rehashing an old thought
words and ink narrating all
my fortune and misfortune
and mother unknowingly
sold my diaries as trash
for thirty. well, at least she
got a good price for my past
--
Rehashing an old thought
1 comment:
What do I say.. other than my usual refrain :)
Ok... not saying even that :) Just a thanks...
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