spilled over the brim
of the afternoon
we tried to trap dreams
in
when you dropped it into the glass
the water turned pretty
of the afternoon
we tried to trap dreams
in
when you dropped it into the glass
the water turned pretty
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on what life meant to make out of faith
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Mamu touched my hair the other day and said: This is not the hair of the girl I birthed. What did you do to your hair? I touched my hair, im... -
i cannot imagine how you put up with a man who drags you by your nape and tells you to go to your room and puts you out in the night. it...
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