The things that I can not share with you
could crowd a street.
They could line a beach
edges brimming with sand,
and filling up and spilling over.
They could make a trail
of all the places I have been
that you do not care to see.
They could mark my way back
to the places I wish I was.
And you would never know.
could crowd a street.
They could line a beach
edges brimming with sand,
and filling up and spilling over.
They could make a trail
of all the places I have been
that you do not care to see.
They could mark my way back
to the places I wish I was.
And you would never know.
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