i want to be the harmony to your melody
perfectly suited for one another
moving together with you on the highs and lows
overcoming the discordant times; to sound like jazz
as though my song was made to be sung with yours
the african daesy in america
- MeginAfrica
- Mesa, Arizona, United States
- She doesn't own a dress Her hair is always a mess ... She only drinks coffee at midnight When the moment is not right Her timing is quite, unusual You see her confidence is tragic, but her intuitions magic, and the shape of her body Unusual
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