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Saturday, 24 May 2014

Where the hell does all that good karma come from


That's what I ask myself when I look back on the last week. Not so much happened and yet so much but... I just share the Laurie-progress with you :)





I am an architect of days that haven't happened yet
I can't believe a month is all its been
Me and my paper heart
the one I filled with pencil marks
I think I might have gone an inked you in


Little by little, inch by inch
we built a yard with a garden in the middle of it
it ain't much but it's a start
you got me swaying right along to the song in your heart
You got a face to call home

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