Jul 2019
Bathwater turns cold,
On a scorched July eve
I'm dreaming of another night,
Wading into the sea
Of planting daffodils and pulling weeds,
And wondering if you ever missed me
On a scorched July eve
I'm dreaming of another night,
Wading into the sea
Of planting daffodils and pulling weeds,
And wondering if you ever missed me
And if you did,
Why did you ever leave
Why did you ever leave
(25/Gender Fluid/Doolin, Clare, Ireland)
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