Chasing Box Cars His, Suicide King
Waking, unto another day her forecast, sunny as bright perhaps, some rain....
Tomorrow they say but, be it more wishful their words these, waterless clouds ?
Surrounded by tiny stuffed animals; adament objects this brass unicorn; bleeding
A bit in green; his and her precious Angels ? Chestnut ponies, love's, little red heart
Solitary's Christmas card yesterdays, make-shift altar pure things, while voices disappear.
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