The Old Part of Me

I want to take myselfback to the blue sidethe time when I seethe world as white as snowwhen I don’t put myself in a showbefore I got tangled with my shadowbut, my eyes see differently nowall I think about are questions of howthe world become as cruel as snowwith less light for tomorrow I wantContinue reading “The Old Part of Me”

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