Wood and Spring Waters Presumptions
i thought
i was
in a safe
home away from
home place
woe is little old sad me
it seem the heat fighters
and the crime grapplers
are in league with which doctors
because i
no longer write
songs to make
billions of real money
take opulent flight
sounds
liquid
breathe
sweating
smoke detector lights
Pack-Pain
terror
ending in a burning throat
I am silenced
in a fleeting mentor
and yet
my songs are forever heard
and can make
Angels or Demons
take flight
4-10-2022
for history detectives
aka: lyricvixen
by: Verlecia F.
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