Put your guns away You don’t know how to use them anyway Guns, war, all play toys out of time to you Offended ghosts rise up and cry FOOL. -RDA
So often these days, I turn to you “Baby, do you believe this?” I say. You’re not there. I dreamed last night That we were sitting in chairs on a vast sunny lawn My head resting on your shoulder— You’re not here. Baby, you’re not here In those soft stolen moments When it was so… Read more
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