For Ruth
Sing-sing me a melody in your bad Scottish-Essex accent lift my spirits from the gutter to the sky’s grand entrance Tell me you love me...
Sing-sing me a melody in your bad Scottish-Essex accent lift my spirits from the gutter to the sky’s grand entrance Tell me you love me...
� Reading glasses swinging back and forth, dangling from a drug store string slung around my neck I said, to myself of course, I never...
It is a no talking day, before you wake up I realize that my voice does not work, my brain is so overwhelmed from the...