Apr 2017
She comes to sit with me at dawn
her hand is warm, but
time is cold
just born it seems and now I'm older
time gets colder
she comes to sit with me at dawn.
her hand is warm, but
time is cold
just born it seems and now I'm older
time gets colder
she comes to sit with me at dawn.
(68/Here and now)
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