Morning Side
Morning Side
with human hands shaped dreams through her hair my pretty child
calmness
direction
for sake of reflection
leaves you second guessing
shadows in the storm
curse the day you were born
shattered glass of mass appeal
another game of let's make a deal
the legs were saped with his hands
the children that sat at the table touched with their laughter
Morning side
the old man cried
a notion of his epitaph
shattered glass
no free pass
at a glance
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