A boy on his couch
A boy was on his couch, he never once said ouch! A boy was on his bed On dreams, his sleep fed, The sun would rise and fall He kept visiting the hall, He found himself in the wrong The years carved a jawline strong, The ground grew cold and wide Storms came frome inside, Dreams now had a fee And found nothing to be free...
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