Screenplays to hot days
Always un-phased
sky's touched fists clutched
hatched down and turned around
eyes closed night time doze
undiscovered prickly rose
don't ask the thoughts are true
but so's your gut to steer the crew
I'm underground but over stated
Over loved but sense has faded
True to touch don't want much
Just something more beyond the system
Something for my hearts remission
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