#938 - all my blues

 

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all my blues

(attention seeking)

 

a kick at the dust

might wake that way

the wept of all ages as well

 

for wasted time

for absent friends

for all gone to forever

 

keep cloud for the whole day

 

scratch at light

till ink is gone

 

o how we cling to all there is

 

live in a little moment, don’t you?

and here I am

lost to as long as it takes

 

that won’t add up to a single sky

 

it’s after the making this comes

must have had a good time

 

all in plain sight

who sees?