i walk through strawberry fields
looking for my song
bloody winged disaster
the centerpiece
of this life's meaning
come to me, i whisper
to a breeze that stills
give me proof you exist
that i am not chasing shadows
i know you love the sun and the
fields
but what if...
what if you are allergic to
strawberries?
i think i shall go back
to my dark room
where they said
you'd never come
it's your turn
to come after me now.
and if you don't
(acting pricey as you tend to)
life will follow
lost stars and sheep.
And we can be strangers again.
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