Royal blue
these seas of red
can you ever stop-
start again?
wishing well
i look inside
hard to see bottom
sound disappears
raise that flag
mourning son
shine again
concede the win
My song is gone
Little lost voice
miss...all wrong
tacky tongue, moist
The departed eyes have seen some crys but the daily "do's" are lovely lies.
look east and,
at least...
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