Jun 27, 2022
Westbound Wagon
universes passed by my window but all I could look at, was you.
Setting suns rushing by,and seas race past.A thousand melodies andtime itself, wild as a horse, too;and looks like so will summer…universes pass by my windowbut all I can look at, is you. I can’t tell if I’m reading too muchbetween your lines or if you ain’treading between mine at all; and you won’t ask. What a shame thatyour fingers always seem to slipthrough mine… what a shame! The waves…
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