I wore a careless glance
and kissed her last goodbye
Hands in the bag she packed a tear
she tries to hide
Cruel wind that howls down
to our lunacy
And leaves him standing cold
here in this colony
When do you friends become your “real” family? Does your own family have to give up on you for this to happen? Or is Hillary right when she says it takes a Village to raise a child?
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