I could just write about
the bliss
that whitens the sand below the water
but I chose to call upon
the moon
to trade some secret blues
Maybe I was like it,
Perhaps I was sad and alone,
Maybe I am the good..or am the evil
Being that
subtle lamp
over your lonesome stars
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
I could just write about
the bliss
that whitens the sand below the water
but I chose to call upon
the moon
to trade some secret blues
Maybe I was like it,
Perhaps I was sad and alone,
Maybe I am the good..or am the evil
Being that
subtle lamp
over your lonesome stars
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