How can I stay

Dark treacherous night
of an ancient village
by the sea of fate
as the pink flowers lullaby
bursting apart
despair
we fought sitting on
a cold concrete bench
slippery old cobble stones
ghostly bright street lights
I follow, you lead
a thousand missteps
questioning the lies in our truth.
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How can I stay, painting & poetry

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