A poem
Love is lost
but once had
the smallest taste
and drove me mad
And mad I stay
for memories of
the smallest taste
of the greatest
Love
but once had
the smallest taste
and drove me mad
And mad I stay
for memories of
the smallest taste
of the greatest
Love
posted by Nate Mecham at 6:55 PM
1 Comments:
What be typical Nate style? Because who really knows how Nate is... Who are you really Nate?!? :) ha ha
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