Bread and Wine
You have taken a piece of me. My body tastes sweet like bread and my blood tastes like wine intoxicating you by my love. If you despise me the bread >>
You have taken a piece of me. My body tastes sweet like bread and my blood tastes like wine intoxicating you by my love. If you despise me the bread >>
Why is the news called news when it is told after it has happened? It's stale!