and swallow the pill
s'ok if you don't got love
one day you will
you don't look like her
n' your hair isn't like that
but you're trajectory is gold honey
ain't no caveat
So trust your God
and trust your heart
Your life can be
state of the art
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
swells of change
Perched at the crow's nest I welcome the brewing gale ideal conditions for a feminine travail
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In the laundry bin, making home next to my socks and underwear, I found a little tube of glossier blush, two square neon magnets, and a spec...
