It's like river
It flows it runs
Filled with 'instilled' water
It's like you
I can't find words
My will to still want you
They run alongside
In my blue blood
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The asunder word
PoetryFinding taste in words that are meant tasteless. Words that hold stories.
The liquid will
It's like river
It flows it runs
Filled with 'instilled' water
It's like you
I can't find words
My will to still want you
They run alongside
In my blue blood
