Make Me
Make me into a deep life line running it's river across your welcoming words. Toward tomorrow's rushing rapids that drop me in between the veins that you can't see, so that the days and the moments of a future you hope to see rise, just before the sun sets.
Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2013
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