When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an attic, Gatherings of days too few. Baubles of stolen kisses. Trinkets of borrowed loves. Trunks of secret words, I CRY. - Maya Angelou 💞

Fotograf:

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Hochgeladen:

2017-07-06

Albums:

Blue Ruin

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