Little Moon

March 5, 2017
The small inflictions shift the picture
Your monsters in the bottle have me lying awake
My mistake
I'd really wish you’d explain

I think there’s something in the water
It’s a fading blue
The clouds might be a little darker
The memories fade the moon

But stop
Sounds of cracking innocence
The horizon shows a hurricane
But it’s far from something new

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