Last Anniversary
The white moon hangs full o’er distant traces My wannabe dreams cast by elation And so we were in two different places Most of the
August 24, 2025
The white moon hangs full o’er distant traces My wannabe dreams cast by elation And so we were in two different places Most of the
So I wave hello from the other side On the golden road nightmares often make Turn around with sim’lar color surprise Is this me thanking
Alone i choose the ra’dio of my heart Picking up echoes of your distant song In cracks of thunder five seconds apart The rolling trains
Sifting through the rubble it’s plain to see Avoiding rifts we always stayed seated The very last thing you wanted to be But a “bad
Wednesday night on my couch dropping a dime On myself, circle, and diameter I got the syllables, I got the rhyme Still can’t nail iambic
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