Every tear had your name on it that cold, cold September night. And each one that fell seemed to crash when it hit the floor. You never were the type to drive silenty or float seamlessly.
I am a writer and a poet. I write what I know; what I know is not limited to my own experiences nor my own knowledge. I have found a way to speak without talking...Please contact me for inquiries about Ghost Writing: rozzeldozzel@gmail.com
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