Late Evening On Snowgoose Rd
I look back to see where I came.
After to day, could I ever be the same?
So here is where I choose to lie.
It seems I've lost my will to try.
In the same time it takes for tears to dry.
Escape is out of reach, much like the sky.
Copyright © Angel Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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