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6d
The sweetest of confections
The dearest of affections
Sweet nothings to the ear
AΒ Β symphony you will never hear
Spindly drawings on the wrists
A horrid mural with a twist
Shattered wings that cannot fly
Turn around and say goodbye
Close your eyes and wish for love
From a supposed deity up above
Hope for tomorrow
Live for today
There is still so much left to say
Soft melodies in the harsh, humid air
But no one listens or seems to care
Take a breath and rest your head
Fall to the ground, an earthy bed
Taste the comfort and feel the warmth
Hear the music and go forth
Learn your lesson, seize the day
Forge The path
Pave the way.
im proud of you.
something i thought of during my nap/rest time today.
hope you enjoyed
The Blue Bottles
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The Blue Bottles  14/Other/The void behind Oklahoma
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