Mud and Honey
Her sentimental spirit washes freewhen clay and sediment come sliding down,so if she cries, a man is bound to seea …
Her sentimental spirit washes freewhen clay and sediment come sliding down,so if she cries, a man is bound to seea …
I’ve hung myself in the closet. Not from a noose, but on triangular wire amongst the other me’s I need …