white hotel sheets on a cool linen bed
the smell of warm coffee, i cradle your head
palm trees are waving, my craving is fed
but somehow it's your heart my mind longs for instead
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
florida
white hotel sheets on a cool linen bed
the smell of warm coffee, i cradle your head
palm trees are waving, my craving is fed
but somehow it's your heart my mind longs for instead
