My Dear,
There always the good life
away
scrawled in ash
alone amongst the fawns
a breath finely drawn.
"I hope you find Old Mexico but I can't show you the way.
It's darker and treacherous right here at home but...
And surely you must see
the fortune before me
For that alone I make my way."
Start to the year! 365 days of green!
9 years ago
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