middle of the night
the first chance to sit and write
because too many irons
have found their way into the
fire burning my days
breaking and mending are the journey
middle of the night
the first chance to sit and write
because too many irons
have found their way into the
fire burning my days
flee to see
victory
a short flick
some time
to write
instead
of always
clashing with an angry son
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🤗 peace come to you.
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