Bowl of Oranges
so that's how I learned the lesson, that everyone's alone
and your eyes must do some raining
if you're ever gonna grow
and when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself
it's best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing
Or a simple song of hope
aphrodite, vrouw, 33 jaar
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