22 My birthday is coming up. I don’t really care, but people tell me that I should. 22. This age doesn’t fit me. I have lived many centuries, in the form of mountains and the sea. But my eyes are still as blue as the day I was born. Share this:TwitterFacebookMorePinterestEmailTumblrLinkedInLike this:Like Loading...
Wishing you an early/belated happy birthday 🙂 Mind checking my recent poem? Here it is if you’re interested: https://anunexpectedpoet.wordpress.com/2016/01/02/stay/ LikeLike Reply
Wishing you an early/belated happy birthday 🙂
Mind checking my recent poem?
Here it is if you’re interested: https://anunexpectedpoet.wordpress.com/2016/01/02/stay/
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Thank you!
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