After the funeral my world fell apart

I feel like shit and still go to practice
The young ones are gone
The wind is making me use euphemisms

Only a sound I can never mute
Changes my hair
A french monologue

Waves of air helping me
To forget where we were
Love I had for you to cuddle me

Adore you,

Shivafeli

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