by Ginille Forest
In June, the fields fill up with wild daisies.
White flowers dancing in the breeze.
They’re beautiful,
but they smell like shit.
Angie was a daisy.
by Ginille Forest
In June, the fields fill up with wild daisies.
White flowers dancing in the breeze.
They’re beautiful,
but they smell like shit.
Angie was a daisy.