Monday, April 27, 2015

How To Put Americans On Police Line-ups Without Becoming Public Enemy # 1












I don’t need for you to feel sorry for me because I’m deaf.

You made me hear all the music in the world when we kissed for a month after we met in Paris by The Hudson. I can only draw the sound of the love I feel for you.

I love you enough to let you go to find happiness on Earth made Heaven by you.

I know you will find the man of your dreams.

That is my dream for you.

Dolce notte, ballerina

Ciao

P.S: I’m on the next flight to Spain if you want to stop me.

Lol



Poetfolio Part 1

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