searching for my poem by a z u r e d r e a m

Jun 2017

I will come. to you I the armor of an umbrella to share. (I'm my mania I thought you here) I will arrive very wet. the walk is probably about an hour, I will check high, then low,

(my electronic journal will die, stay gold)

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