Poem -
inside i suppose.
Shall we dance love Inside a prose, This word our word, love Inside I suppose I'm dying I've wing's love I'm flying inside I suppose Meet me love, a rose Shall we dance love Inside a prose forevermore Unfrozen time I suppose inside love Nothing froze, The rose still grows And grows, and grows Our love, love It shows. Nardine Sanderson 20/10/2015.
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"Cigarettes after sex, sinfully sweet memories coursing the veins
confusing the lungs which die for his breath alone".
Nice song btw, thanks for that drill sergeant lol
Much love nardine.