After All These Years

Breathe in the nightThat crushed a tired sunriseBorn again the dayBrings young naivety A laptop souvenir is worth its weightIn silver a golden sonYou’ll be home againAnd I’ll be home again Mend in my sleepI’m boxing under waterWaddle on the wakeWaking on a summer day After all these yearsForget about all the troubled timesMunificent, artless […]


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