Hide without seek
You won’t find.
Even the madness of the moon
only tides.
So,
I waited,
wanting to hear a word.
You were my muse.
But without excuse,
you took your leave
I waited
and
Degenerated.
roundandeven
squaring things around
squaring things around
You won’t find.
Even the madness of the moon
only tides.
So,
I waited,
wanting to hear a word.
You were my muse.
But without excuse,
you took your leave
I waited
and
Degenerated.
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