I layed in glue last night
and couldn't get out of bed..
I heard a song
and couldn't stop the feeling.
I didn't want to.
Seeing young life, passionate love & light about the letter F..
I couldn't stop staring. Smiling.
Stepping up the stairs upon destination
I couldn't stop counting.
Twenty-five this time.
What a good birthday that was..
What a cold feeling this is...
Morning Wind.
Open to interpretation.
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