Lifes Hurts
Best wishes in mentions . Less mess with which best left to rest . More distance distillates dislike that dawns delight . Illumination lifts hates distraught brought to rot with lips on eerie words . So set in settle if rest feels eerie , distance brings distillation to dismiss .
Copyright © James Grant | Year Posted 2017
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