Sunday 26 April 2015

There's a lady I want to make my own

There's a lady I want to make my own 

Who makes my life shine, dazzling Gold. 


She is all lovely and never strange to me 


But it is a shame, my shame 



That she doesn't feel the same



K.Oni

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