I thought my inspiration
Had gone all up in smoke
On the dreadful day
That memory awoke.
But as I make my way
Into the hopeless black,
I realize inspiration
Has always had my back.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
I thought my inspiration
Had gone all up in smoke
On the dreadful day
That memory awoke.
But as I make my way
Into the hopeless black,
I realize inspiration
Has always had my back.
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