There's something different about the past
How it rocks you to sleep and goes by fast
But sometimes it's wicked and stays
And you're never ready for the price it pays
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Morally Grey
PoetryThere has been a lot of words left unspoken in the past year. This year I'm hoping to get it all out in one book.
The Past
There's something different about the past
How it rocks you to sleep and goes by fast
But sometimes it's wicked and stays
And you're never ready for the price it pays
