So close so far wondering where you are
How is it that the closer I am the farther I feel?
The Owl came on his own today in the form of would you stay at the rink in the cold if he could love again
Of course
Silent trenches, seven silent trenches.
Every time I see kits I think I don’t belong here I’m in no man’s land I’m in the boundary
Acadia
Acadia
Acadia
Is gone
I said
You’re always in my
Head
You’re always
In my head
And somewhere close but not close enough the one I think of is.
Is?
I love you Shoma so much so proud
And all the littles who are new to the crowd and so small but so powerful,
Such talent and grace.
Beauty in the cold,
I miss your face.
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