lunes, 25 de marzo de 2019

There are blue skies in my dreams
And laughter that seems undending
There are green grass fields there
And happiness and hope for tomorrow
My cup is full and my heart
Spills awkward and embarrassing blood
Onto white golden streets
And I am unashamed of the stains my steps leave

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