Day to day

James Long
6 hours ago
1 min read

I have searched the faces of mountains and lovers

For a god I could never misplace

Found only and over

By the gravestone I've made for Is past

Again at the mountian

Once more with my ram

Praying that this time

He will stay my hand

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