The thoughts of an amateur poet.
The blurry landscape on a rainy day.
The outpourings of a broken-hearted songsmith.
The lukewarm water served with a straw.
It was great Riding beside you Past scenery Till the sirens started Why didn't you let me out? I begged You said it was For the sake of Adventure But I don't believe In such things
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