3 views
Two, of the same.
Two rose
From the same garden,
Painted Red.
We love each other,
Thorny,
Prickley kisses
And lots of boo-hoos from blood.
Where do I stand,
Without getting
Glazed gaping...
From the same garden,
Painted Red.
We love each other,
Thorny,
Prickley kisses
And lots of boo-hoos from blood.
Where do I stand,
Without getting
Glazed gaping...
