here in this moment
i hear him sing
the midnight moon
midnight blue
paints the mood
here
in this hour
stuck on you
winding roads
leading to nowhere
i call to the trees
mimicking his stance
like he's here with me
but he is towering
over someone else
somewhere else
Jan 7, 2022
Jan 7, 2022 at 10:57 AM UTC
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