Oh Catherine
I smell burnt roses
All along the sky littered with pain
The clouds soak in sorrow.
And as I lie on the couch
My Catherine
Oh my Catherine
Nothing beats your laughter
That glows in my every breath.
I am drunk on Life
And Catherine
My love
The Seahawks
Drown in the deep blue sea
And nothing lasts
Nothing that this mud and stone
Can give.
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