Poems from songbyrd

I’ve heard memories change each time you recall them, as if each is a set of two facing mirrors where both panes have sprinkled in artistic...
I’ve heard memories change each time you recall them, as if each is a set of two facing mirrors where both panes have sprinkled in artistic...
I’ve heard memories change each time you recall them, as if each is a set of two facing mirrors where both panes have sprinkled in artistic...