That no one loves youat this stage of lifein any walk of lifeit does care lessthat the touch of violet wavesback and forth in reveriesthe brush of crane wingsflying unto the soul.
That no one loves you
at this stage of life
in any walk of life
it does care less
that the touch of violet waves
back and forth in reveries
the brush of crane wings
flying unto the soul.
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