Spotwrite
Thursday, June 6, 2013
11:00am
Bitterness is dust
Blow it all away
No time to scrub to no end
A heart thought sickly stained
Dear darling you have everything
Just look above the waves
- you own the wide and open sky;
the sun is yours to tame.
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