switch it up with just one symphony that throws the bucket
when it gets to be too much rain in the drops of the raindrops that fell on me
through the symphony of the music and where it all fell through the cracks and spilled over the paint that was the rain that switched up the symphony.
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When The Sun Comes Up, The Night Will Rise in The Fall
PoetryWhen the sun comes up I almost have amnesia from all the dreams I had last night I thought I could bookmark the page of the last chapter of the book I read but come to think of it I lost my place while I fell asleep dreaming of different thoughts in...
