bLurry

3:22 am Ringer! Dazzled, fuzzy. Spinning open Wounds Pardon me, blatantly - regress this melancholy; She came back in a different dress. A piece was left, it went a mess ... under sole and below the throat. One more pop to chase the itch 2 more days to this months exit. I open wounds refuse to close it. You promise peace but stir up storms. I'll hold her close keep her heart so warm. The scars they itch she takes her hit ...