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Curves in a line
Are you alright?
Losing lines in my spiralled speckled sight
Out of hand, edging the paint
Were you ever in control?
Same route, different day
What is there more to say?
Maybe this day I'll tune in outside
And see what the world is trying to hide
It's a beautiful day, if you want it
Keep the cold wind somewhere in
Whether you like it or not
The sun is the...
Thursday 25th April 2024 9:05 am
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