Setting Sail Beyound Her Shores
If verse could be fragmented unto reasons; these seasons..
Faith speaks of parables; not always understood ? Twas a time
Screams seemed their Psychedelic Furs; breaking away, yet isn't she
Pretty in pink ? Get on with the joke and say; rather, it's a beautiful day....
Baby's black balloon takes her high; she almost fell amid that hole in their eyes ?
...."In Progress."
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