A discursive account of my self-absorbed, spiteful, immature observations & obsessions.
at least divorce isn't for you. nor me
I wrote this comment for a previous post, but didn't think it apposite. It might suit here.Broken Hearts and kiddie ridesNew York tales of dudes abidePointed tears and fingers wipedA lovetorn Soulful message typedSharing gladly we free for give That Love by truth we all desireTis not choice the way we liveTo future love we hope aspire.
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