Apollo Derülo

I’m tethered to my childhood seat. Across the table from parents two. A brother and two sister sheep. Whisky eyes of brown-gold hue.

Burning for a place. Flames, passion intensify. Dire coal or sad ash? Large swells of madness, shower the calm of wisdom.

Life can be so deep Bruce Lee says be like water Flow set sadness free

once a month through all bidding skies my name echoes with shine as a bow-shaped eye an aide-memoire pinned above a thought not held

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