0 penilaian0% menganggap dokumen ini bermanfaat (0 suara)
4 tayangan1 halaman
You took my poems for 'cliche', the cutethe pulled petal in the field of daisys the awkward silence between boys and girls the chase at tag, the touch. But realizing this, to you no matter what I write will always be trite after the trite.
You took my poems for 'cliche', the cutethe pulled petal in the field of daisys the awkward silence between boys and girls the chase at tag, the touch. But realizing this, to you no matter what I write will always be trite after the trite.
You took my poems for 'cliche', the cutethe pulled petal in the field of daisys the awkward silence between boys and girls the chase at tag, the touch. But realizing this, to you no matter what I write will always be trite after the trite.
for 'cliche', the cutethe pulled petal in the field of daisys the awkward silence between boys and girls the chase at tag, the touch; the drooling boy speckled with a bow at a wedding and never seeing it was true. And entering maturity you find the duldrums of dull life the black and white the cutting board the cutting knife the man and his wife; domestic life. But realizing this, to you no matter what I write will always be the trite after the trite.
but realizing this, to you
no matter what I write will always be the trite after the trite