Underneath The Willow

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PART I of Lost Romantics
my willow is weeping,
this is over my head.
he looks at me now,
like i should be dead.
crying is destined,
silence is key.
my one way street,
swallowed in the sea.
hope has me failing,
love has me blind.
truth comes in numbers,
sometimes unkind.





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