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CCMorgan · 51-55, M
January 4th-
In a jumble of thoughts
I find blurred lines
As the days keep dancing by me
Memory onslaught
My will spellbinds
And now you're no so far behind me
Although I roam
I'm never alone
As the sun and moon remind me
And all too soon
Solitude precludes
Like an angel falling blindly
In a jumble of thoughts
I find blurred lines
As the days keep dancing by me
Memory onslaught
My will spellbinds
And now you're no so far behind me
Although I roam
I'm never alone
As the sun and moon remind me
And all too soon
Solitude precludes
Like an angel falling blindly
