Delaware


I'll waste the day away,
Right next to your stone.
At your grave,
Hold my bones.
Each August, I never need you more.
Its become a necessity, for you to hear my words.

To be in your realm is all that I need.
The comfort there is everything.
Keep me safe.
Get me through the very day
Of the escape.

How have you been?
I've surely missed your wind ...
And how the weather's always perfect
When we work through this ...

With Love,
Blue.

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