The Book of Jam
A diary of my subtle life
Thursday, October 08, 2015
Those Dark Evenings
Our backs understand
What we just can't seem to
They seem to whisper in both our ears
Let down your pride, they didn't mean to hurt you
All the while building a bridge from these bed corners
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