Pull up a chair and relax. This is where I write, with my eyes. Stay as long as you like. You'll find me, where the wild roses grow ♥
taking a rest on a park bench,
she ponders anarchy
and the biggest little city in the world
Ah, graffiti: some time a name transcends its being & heart etched screams!!
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