filling a gaping hole
prancing and dancing as if by magic
the story is a sound that moves me far away
then melancholy it stirs my emotions to sway
I weep as it captures my all, in tender heart
joy is at an end before again it starts
Another fish bowl angled empty, sun is warming a purple sky, clouds dissipate acid rain, drought is expectantly nye Jim knows best, he’s l...
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