You give me flowers when it's thorns I give to you
//Donna
Slovak/Macedonian
I tend to notice the smallest details on people's faces
and sing in a terrible voice
I live with my 54 y/o cousin
and I have the urge to meow a lot
this poem doesn't rhyme
since 17.9.2011 5:06 pm
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