La la la
Life lost us three
Creases shelve the halved sleep sled
Missing a marker
Pointed tones sing with the rising sun
Ceiling fan bears percussion
The alarm will buzz with me trailing
This I escape lumbering towards moodiness
Tempestuous mornings paint me forlorn
Way down as I lay low
Thank you guitar band lyric
Stealing the freshness of the day with my narrative
Peering inside the feline calls
Claws on the screen
Wonder why the windows dew
Now like never before
Should have used bigger words
Letters with consequence
To expand upon the river of listlessness
That is a man without his woman.
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