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bedsitter love poem...
we lived on lemon
curd and toast and oh, how I
miss those days the most...
curd and toast and oh, how I
miss those days the most...
Published 18th Jun 2014
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18th Jun 2014 1:06am
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18th Jun 2014 6:42am
really good start..i think you should focus on the struggle you had when you were younger but it didn't matter because it was a simpler time
18th Jun 2014 10:36am
nostagia, regret and-if not
poverty, a rather limited
income-just a small slice
of life..! thanks..:)
poverty, a rather limited
income-just a small slice
of life..! thanks..:)
19th Jun 2014 12:34pm
I love the name, the name is awesome. Although I love fresh lemon dipped in organic sugar, and lemon curd too, the name reminded me of Late Lament. Nice slice of nostalgia.
19th Jun 2014 1:46pm
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