Don't make a nest in conclusions. Don't let them catch you under the gun. Stay to the end to see it through. Then take a powder into the blue. Just for a second hold it still then you'll see whether you can or will. Mark your trail once around the butterfly bush. Memories are not the same.
Written by: P.R.Martin
Submitted by: Sacchrone on April 15, 2019
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