And I will be here with those dry tears

And I will be here with those dry tears

 

 Ari CollinseSomethin staff May the places be glorious, around us everywhere. The places that are green and sweet and young. But notorious is this world and so one day  it will all be gone. One day  when I am away, the birds  no longer sing, and the dogs don’t stop to bark- but still linger the footsteps in the places that I’ve been. The trees and me have breathed, only the same air for years and years, and we will

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