Only Tomorrow M B V
my favourite song is what I need
one ephonious voice for everything to go in place
perhaps that's what life is about
the old fortunes and curses always come into play
magick for all of us, magick for the rest of them
we are the genetic bearers of our ancestor's gifts
and I want flowers laid on my grave
Copyright © Andy Dudi | Year Posted 2022
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