Deep, Cold Sadness And I can’t find my happiness. I must’ve left it in a closet In a motel room or in some apartment . Isn’t it strange how things come and go in the mind if only because you’re standing somewhere. It’s a deep, cold sadness, tears running down a long gutter to somewhere underground. I’m going for a walk Because the rain stopped an…
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