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if I happen to wake up to the soft patter of rain outside my window arms curled around my sheets (around you)
It’s like a release A finger slipped free from the strings Of a heart torn up and twisted Like the exhale before sleep Fills those eyes and takes you away Like everything can move
I've dreamt of becoming the moon,Just for once to have the role of the,Introvert.Listening to the organisms,Of Earth.Observing.Without words to be spoken.
Tell me, What do you see as the end of the world? Will we cook ourselves in the toxins we've unleashed into the air? Will we poison our food and water with fuel spills? Will we kill ourselves in war?
I've got blues Them ole crazy blues Them ole crazy blues won't leave me alone I've sat here and I've cried I've sat here and I've moaned If it wasn't for my man I wouldn't have these blues
"I call out Is no one there? The imagination Of the atmosphere I called out My memories stare The past and present Of ones held dear Icalled out But not in fear