I can remember the day I realized I was old I sat on a sheep's wool throw In my writing chair Compression socks like manacles Around my ankles My imagination was between tenses I thought of all the places I travelled Although the water was warm I was never at ease
Lapacho epistolary
Lapacho epistolary
Lapacho epistolary
I can remember the day I realized I was old I sat on a sheep's wool throw In my writing chair Compression socks like manacles Around my ankles My imagination was between tenses I thought of all the places I travelled Although the water was warm I was never at ease