Karma
The weather getting cold now I see you shriving on the other side of town you need to sink in your own mess it’s called karma my love see it’s what you put out and now it’s returned back to sender/ please for the future no more post cards emails, texts and voice calls. It’s the beginning of the end and now all the doors are locked
Copyright © Christopher Michaels | Year Posted 2014
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