The cellar steps,
of a red wine...
smacked my head...
pretty odd set up...
Days just seem to drift....
Kind of soft fog....
Am i paranoid?
Wrong end of my fifties.
I lost my fight with gravity.
My pick of single ladies
of certain age....
that kind of gravitas....
(Photo-Iro Tsourti)
of a red wine...
smacked my head...
pretty odd set up...
Days just seem to drift....
Kind of soft fog....
Am i paranoid?
Wrong end of my fifties.
I lost my fight with gravity.
My pick of single ladies
of certain age....
that kind of gravitas....
(Photo-Iro Tsourti)
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