Beauty and
pain walk hand in hand, down the road
holding the
curve of an umbrella's handle
A lonely
glove is laying on the sidewalk
and a
crashed voice cradels my heart
If there is
God he probably listens to you
as you said
the whole truth
mine too.
Dear Leonard
it sure rains a lot this november. Thank you for changing my life.
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