not surprised it was gone.
Walking barefoot in winter,
I follow the blind dawn.
I grasped the bold heart and
the nontraditional song.
Yet felt the wrong and
held the short for so long.
held the short for so long.
I gave up on different,
because existence was a fool.
I lost that summer hot,
for a facade of cool.
So why does it seem so clear
when its completely a daze?
So why has my troubled
heart been sent ablaze?
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