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Dallas
I'm holding my own two sweaty
and shaking
hands
And they're together at last
My eyes are wide open as they were
And as they were in the cold and
unabashed darkness
My dreams prevailed from under
the blanket of a red laced and pretty
curtain of smoke
it was turning orange
It was a good sign that the leaves were
letting go.
and shaking
hands
And they're together at last
My eyes are wide open as they were
And as they were in the cold and
unabashed darkness
My dreams prevailed from under
the blanket of a red laced and pretty
curtain of smoke
it was turning orange
It was a good sign that the leaves were
letting go.
Published 27th Oct 2023
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