New True Beginnings.....
Blue
Up to My Shoulders....
I remember him
Would he want me to remember?
What he left behind...
my world still unraveling...
in ribbons...
catching them...
as they fall in perfect seasons....
and half of me
knows the truth...
the other half...
asleep......
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