cleaning off my shoes
before walking through the mud,
and Love says to me,
what? do you think
I am going to carry you?
March 18, 2019 by Rosemerry
cleaning off my shoes
before walking through the mud,
and Love says to me,
what? do you think
I am going to carry you?
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