Same Old

Stumbling down the road I don’t waste time looking back But, the past is like a dog with an unforgettable bone …just wont give it up or let it go And not that any of it matters They say I am where I’m supposed to be; according to the universe, biorhythms and time charts, even …

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Red Balloon

A fine line between what is said and what is meant when passion hides behind well wishes and glances on the other side of friendship and no one knows better than Madame Bovary if love will come or love will go the extra mile or fade off into a slow burn sun rises and sets …

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