define our path
freeing obstructions impetuous
hoping to never have to see our walls
I look in your blue dress with flowers
me I miss your smile
your eyes and speak to describe my dreams
But then unfortunately the bricks crumble upon us
the dream becomes nightmare
and the terror of not having the more I scratch
and the terror of not having me down more
and terror of not having the more I sputter
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