Rare - Poem by Adieny Nunez
It's a given most of the time the person you desire most is the one holding the gun. Life hits you either way old or young.
its the purity we wish for to last, oh but you are to young to understand/ but you are to old to comprehend.
rare love, welcome. You are so sweet but you've soured my sleep.
Its about enjoying the perfect moments and surfing the heavy current.
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