Oct 2016
When I realized
The undoing of our ways
Blue turned black
And bled upon the page
Still my arrows
Are pointless words
Far beyond decisions
Of no return..
The undoing of our ways
Blue turned black
And bled upon the page
Still my arrows
Are pointless words
Far beyond decisions
Of no return..
Traveler Tim
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)
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