There was Poison in your Lips

ImageFor 5 years I moved around, like a gypsy.

Sleeping on rooftops, basements and too many apartments to count.

Playing music with a soul-mate.

Eating, sleeping, breathing music.

Now I find myself in my mother’s closet,

on the other side of the ocean,

with a broken heart.

Being healed by home.

I’m starting over.


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