Musings
I wrote these and left them here
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you told me this path could be followed
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You’d unfurl your wings when the two of us stood alone by the lake at sunset
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Once hope was a flimsy evanescent flower breaking apart falling through fingers
I wrote these and left them here
you told me this path could be followed
You’d unfurl your wings when the two of us stood alone by the lake at sunset
Once hope was a flimsy evanescent flower breaking apart falling through fingers