And whenever I fall at your feet You let your tears rain down on me Whenever I touch your slow turning pain
I wouldn't have thought of a giant, slowly rotating kebab before reading your post, but the image is now seared deep into my brain. This is how mental images of tibias become coloured.
Thanks. Thanks so much. I loved that song. And now it's about kebabs.
Words cannot express the intensity of my remorse and sorrow.
I wouldn't have thought of a giant, slowly rotating kebab before reading your post, but the image is now seared deep into my brain. This is how mental images of tibias become coloured.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Thanks so much. I loved that song. And now it's about kebabs.
ReplyDeleteWords cannot express the intensity of my remorse and sorrow.
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