It's such a quiet day
when I am not flustered...

To be departed from
is like having forsaken air...

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Back then, my afternoon was overflowing...

Stuffed with changing words,
Distractions defeating me...

Do you remember the fiddler on ole sycamore tree?
It was given another chance to solely play...

You say I can't understand your
scars, but I do. They are the...

There are no lyrics to the most spiritually
significant words...

Wishes are solely based
on how one's imagination can run...

An enchanting tree dances before your unworthy...
as two greatly divergent voices call out with...

I held the key to the whispers; I knew
you were cinereal in color and unforgivable...

you drew me like a tattoo;
i was your little bird, birthed...

Vestigial wings
grant me the joy...