Leading Astray

investing

Asphalt souls
Concrete memory
A tired evening rests its self away
The lounge of one last act
The trigger and the throne
Beats the one all alone
Walking away in the sun one more time
I’ll see you again one day
It may not be here
It was only just a dream, the existence of something real
Hard to believe
If it’s my own created mess that I am going through
One more time through one more day

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