Tangentially Poetic - Reflections
Wish a smile. A million stars there be, But be one moon in me. What price be a smile, A lie even tell it to me. Hook a nose, cringe that head, Forget the night, Wish a smile to me.
And so it were, Whilst I lay counting the grains in sand, The surf kept passing me by. It kept telling me stories, But the sand was grainy, ...
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