I don't know what sort of lessons you need.
But, you can see mine through my fingerprints.
What happens inside,
Might change your light.
You're a different colour now,
Then the day you were born.
But, you can see mine through my fingerprints.
What happens inside,
Might change your light.
You're a different colour now,
Then the day you were born.
4 comments:
perfect!!!
striking piece
xo
glorious purple to shade this poem of progression.
Thank you, all.
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