By St Alcohol
to the future a man waits, smiles to the past a woman worries, smiles to the time when passion is a flower flames like popping balloons when our future explodes, not if open ended as love Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 31 2001 09:24 AM PST 10 • 0 • 16
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"to the future..."
Author:St Alcohol
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"to the future..." by St Alcohol
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