I roll around on hills of grass
That stain my white skirt with black.
The more I roll, the more I grow
In sins that will never take back.
Cast me out into the mass
Of daffodils, rich, and class.
Stitch and sew a prancing gown
To catch the eyes of those that flash.
I'll smile and beem with glowing lush
To hide the parts that aren't my best.
I'll hold onto the glowing moon
Until I breathe weights from my chest.
I roll around on hills of grass
To remeber spectral pieces of my past.
Back to when I was younger,
Back to when I was my best.
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A Sad Poet
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