Sunday, June 24, 2018
Glimmer and Fate
When lights are low
and the streets are dough
The song is heard from every bird
I left the herd
and broke the bird
Never thought I would be the one to be third
Find a glimmer
Find a fate
Nothing that matters is ever too late
Bark at the moon
Howl at the scene
Be a monster
but use your strength on the mean
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