Sunny Manitoba

About Me

Down by the bur oak tree, I had lost your locket in the loam,
And there fell to my knees, neath the coil and the brush of the fern.

We're slaves to our worst fears,
if our secrets are revealed,
we'll sink deeper and deeper,
and still you won't listen.

captivate, cultivate, relegate and chalk it up to the basic needs
dissipate, isolate, these days you can't run or believe all that you read

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