How many nights
I spend in shcool
just so she can be
proud of me..
I sleep on a swing
attached to
her portch
in need of her dreams.
Shores of mine
hold no more
or less and stand in
sand
raging stormy days
I have always found.
Untill the day
she
stopped comming around.
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