Friday, March 10, 2017

Cold comfort
I draw for thee
Failed flightless
Be only unseen
Parachute roots
Heaven sent blues
Sing through these leafless trees
I and I alone
Break bending
Fold
Reach higher
Liar
Saint
Tired late
Waiting for nothing more

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