Perhaps a scarlet river can end my tears.
Perhaps the glow of a full moon can caress my skin.
Perhaps the warmth of another could soothe my spirit.
But we both know that it won't work.
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Rambles of the Mind
PoetryBits that may never appear in my works, but wish to be expressed. Bits that spark from nothing it everything. Each one a thought or dream.
