I'm armed and dangerous, overdose, about to withstand thunders of solicitude. Hey Wonderland.
I am lost again, I see you watching over the hill when we first met again, so I wave another hand, baby can, you just be my helpful friend, because I tend, to loose all my balance when I try to stand, make me comprehend, I was abused when I was ten, like every now and then, I focus and try to be zen. I need instruction, I need all gen, walking through the deepest glen, bless all soul that can't and can, hold my hand and say amen.
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Love Beyond Trees
PoetryThis is a poetry that touches and reaches the depths of our emotions that we dare not to tamper with. It's a set of poems I put together for you readers to enjoy and feel the shoes I cannot wear.
