Melody
There is someone out there who feels just like me
who craves ever single word when a boy onced loved a girl.
From little tiny paper balls of letters flow into the wind
the quiet things no-one ever knows.
Walking hand-in-hand around the tree tops
the shorelin appeared like a wound.
An image imprinted in my head
i contimplate the day we wedd.
Sitting
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