It's the day before the rest of my life
And I
All the parents of the children of December
Have a clutch
I will always carry
the words of your
prediction with me
Even though
I'm just a poor boy in love with you
and I
You're not the only one
who thinks they're the only one
to
Love is homeless
Where is
Love is shapeless
Who needs
Love is dangerous
Love
It's a sidewalk symphony/roadside suite.
It's the trash-bag canopies on Eldert
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