these are the days music was made for a warm day with a lite rain and the threat of a thunderstorm coming ive got bob marley and jemi hendrix and willie nelson records scattered across the floor a glass of wine sweet energy coming from the speakers and the air and lightning the fan blows just enough to move my ciggerette smoke as i lay on the floor and close my eyes...
Reason for writing:
today
Birth sign: Taurus
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