Out of luck.
Dumping stray ash.
Out of luck, searching with tired eyes for that vibrant memory, feeling, their face or was it yours?
When you were young and the sunburn didn’t scorch us so to the bone.
Back when, time.
What was time?
It was back when time wasn’t an idea, or controlling our minds.
Out of luck.
Dumping stray ash.
Out of luck, searching with tired eyes for that vibrant memory, feeling, their face or was it yours?
When you were young and the sunburn didn’t scorch us so to the bone.
Back when, time.
What was time?
It was back when time wasn’t an idea, or controlling our minds.
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I’m amazed that a couple of my random lines can elicit such an amazing response, thank you very much Brittny!
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Thank you 🙂 They are powerful lines . Very powerful
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You’re too kind, many thanks!
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You’re welcome ! 🙂
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