Friday, April 14, 2017

She summers eye
Braces all of me
Intake by
Roadside monatany
And I could bring you the night
Wanted cast over cloud despite
You make me real
Strong absolute
You traverse the mine field
Elena sighs
Shake the steady trees
Whisper more
Coming tragedies
With humor known lost
A smile
That curled lip left vacant wild

You make me real

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