i am a beat bohemian and
nothing can despair, for i
live off crusts and deep fresh air
and cast away my hat to sleep
under blankets sewn with love
beware, she lives so so alone, but sleeps
aside, a many books and fairytales
she'll be gone one morn', alight a
fare, to ne'er will know, forever more.
be my friend i think i love you alison x we can run off dancing barefoot into the woods and live in my bedouin tent forever more x
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