You’re my
mess
All of the toilet paper is wet
My bathroom isn’t an ash tray
Elia says:
You’re my mess
Now I’m on the way
To find us a dessert
The finest pineapple of world
My beloved one, deserves that
Somewhere in the internet
Somebody plays
Leonard Cohen’s “I’m your man”
I’m that one
Clumsy and shy atheistic wiccan
In my Facebook you can learn
Poor because free
Pre Taoist indeed
For Elia
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