Fuck if I know
In the middle of the web
at the edge of this life
we've built a house
Let's paint the house silver
Let it reflect the sunsets
tearing up the skies
over the receding tide
So now what?
at the edge of this life
we've built a house
Let's paint the house silver
Let it reflect the sunsets
tearing up the skies
over the receding tide
So now what?
Exactly. The title pulled me and the images surprised me. And the mood of this poem is exact.
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