December
sounds like the bitter former lover,
venom with a point of view,
copped a few darts me, whenever,
crossed her path the arrows flew,
that december...
blue :(
Don
re:Poisonous Barb.....Owen Yeates
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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