sorin despoT

dream away your beauty liz dream away your cry nothing could & nothing will eat away your love

another professional beggar the saxophone gathers up its dreams in match boxes I could swear that I have memories only of you flying our nights with sales hunting the presence of a sure

one kiss one spine for every other petal shower of my dreams no sooner than the break of dawn should I begin to whisper to my roses: \"she won\'t come!\"