spots on a cow.
Dancing around the fire with thoughts, love, mischief
A confused mind, untied, undone, about to unwind
Notes that were scratched on napkins, cups, my palm
Trace my heart in the sand like a blind man
Thoughts, feelings, nightmares creep through
My father once told me, “Enjoy your time,
We won’t get out alive”
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