I went to a partyI came in hotMade decisions beforehandMy mind made upThings that would make me happyTo do them or notEach option weighed carefullyA plan for each thoughtAnd then I walked through the door past the open conceptAnd saw Violet bent backwards over the grassSeven years old with dandelions grasped tightly in her handArched like a bridge in
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Tüm Etiketlenen Yazılar Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass
I left my city for San FranciscoTook a free ride off a billionaire’s jetL.A, I’m from nowhere, who am I to love you?L.A, I’ve got nothing, who am I to love you when I’m feeling this way and I’ve got nothing to offer?L.A, not quite the city that never sleepsNot quite the city that wakes, but the city that dreams, for sureIf by dreams
