Derivative Melancholy And Primrose Paths

And the way I do it is, 
I imagine myself in their place; And when I can hear the bombs rain  from somewhere up above in the dead of night, and cower, not knowing where the next will fall, When I can see the waves which have broken their bounds carry away my neigbours, from … Continue reading Derivative Melancholy And Primrose Paths

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