Good evening, my melancholy muse
Such wonderful weather we've had
Grey skies,
Precipitation is fogging her glasses
Her heavy heart fogs his brain
She
She's been watching the sun set
For the past couple months
As
speak what use is man to you?
this broken portrait in
Yesterday I saw a license plate from jersey
And I wondered,
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Her swing set chains have
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