laramie

These days without you, I have composed this fragile soliloquy of despondent memories. Your Weeping Willow is still poised, so very promising.
Haste, Haste,
The Defective strings of the violin split and the beautiful melody will become a fragmented harmony in the morning mist.

I miss you Shane. Come home.







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