want you to stay
Though I must say,
I am so tainted today
I can pray
That you'll never go away
That forever, we'll play
And continue to grow every day
My dismay
Can't leave it where it lay
A sickly, unending display
Consequence, my forte
So Degrades
My skies remain grey
I could cut my life midway
Muzzled like a donkeys bray
Silent Decay
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If that music includes jazz I’m sold.
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