there used to be
flowers
everywhere.
used to be,
meaning
five minutes ago,
when i was happy.
not like
now,
when i am thinking
of you,
crying as a little boy,
unsure of who you
are.
unsure,
as you are
now.
i
am
still
here.
you,
are a creator.
Daniel / Joss Stone
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