raw- very raw. Penned down as thought just flow.
There aint no dance,
What is a ball?
I counted leaves on the drawing floor-
till the end of time, he struts,
A blank page keeps no lover apart
another one.
A quiet lap across the dam,
A swim back through the tunnel.
Skiing past trees in winter,
Toiling hard in summer.
not very beautiful, but im lazy to polish...
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