Niall James Holohan
London 1 (415) Get A Room In Leinster Square And A Peach From Sara’s Foods
You don’t know me like I know me
I'm your cold and passionate dawn
Words are words and words for words sake
Only make me yawn, tired at myself
The sap
And HARK!
As we touch
Just another monk who can’t live without them
I put great distance between them in the dark
With people I really like, I don't need to talk that much