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A Freeze-Dried Life

byReltne©

A Freeze-Dried Life

Long years of Paris and freeze-dried clothes
Mommy cried in a summer around the corner
a never stop loving it, being close to crimson
painted on your grandfather's funeral summer.

But when I go
there must be the bluest blue impressions
no crimson deep entices me into that night!

Some figures I have already do
a green and alone to spend plan
a brown and laid open up
from the soil man
Who can be
a hope of me
mine for more well met

And
while the first, the last
thing you can cry
with fearful tearful eye
to fight for flesh or love

The truth?
You borrowed all the stars across
full time without full me
or even just relief
to sing in song our grief

Now is lost
It was Helen
and Troy is fallen







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