Black water, through still shadows of the night.
What calls beyond the tree line?
The deer are fine
the rabbits fine
Just fine.
But something is worn out, through pastel fields.
it's not fine.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
Black water, through still shadows of the night.
What calls beyond the tree line?
The deer are fine
the rabbits fine
Just fine.
But something is worn out, through pastel fields.
it's not fine.
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