Mon, 10/15/2018 - 14:57 -- Grose19


712 Leeson Ave
United States

On a stormy dreary windy night My handsome love and I went to a concert We walked and slow dance through the muddy wetland hand in hand It got chilly and windy he gave me his warm leather jacket  I scanned the large crowd for the good band while at musicland He took my hand and ran with me through out the sand  we ran and ran far away to no man's land we were in no man's land and we were together safely hidden as the sun arose he woke up weary and without a plan together we searched for warmth and protection from the outside world together we searched for lost treasure on the new found land he constructed the shelter with bare hands it was tall and grand I ran and failed to stand

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