Us and Them
Don't go Shane, we imagined her tiny kitty saying....
As she clung unto the blanket upon my way, another day
Nineteen sixty-five, standing aside this sea Santa Cruz his child
Even then it seemed merely a dream these, vast rolling emerald waves
Baby never knew their rules; in time, hung down with the freaks and ghouls ?
Trying to paint something of today; portray, words that they wish myself somehow
Swift her brush colours mixed as apologetics acrylic crude; monomania's, stemware stigma.
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