Monday April 01st 2013, 18:49
Filed under: Dikt
Filed under: Dikt
miss courageous
Whatever story you tell, I say Oh!
Then doubt takes a seat, telling No.
My hand is still warm, the other turned cold
You gave one away for some other to hold
Doubt stays the night, heavy with cargo
Cranes drop containers brimful of sorrow
Along comes a price of ubiquitous spell
A leech on a ride with no name but miss L
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