It was cold,
freezing winds blowed right through me like a wispy ghost,
fogy,
dark,
shivering,
as I sit on the dock Looking into the deep loring water drawing me into it,
I loose focuse when my red boots cot my eye,
the onlying thing in this gary world I can see,
I look for more red things out onto the fogy sea I sea a smoking ship with big bold red letters,
siting on the dock wishing I could see the worlds true colors,
wondering what it must be like to see the world like that?
freezing winds blowed right through me like a wispy ghost,
fogy,
dark,
shivering,
as I sit on the dock Looking into the deep loring water drawing me into it,
I loose focuse when my red boots cot my eye,
the onlying thing in this gary world I can see,
I look for more red things out onto the fogy sea I sea a smoking ship with big bold red letters,
siting on the dock wishing I could see the worlds true colors,
wondering what it must be like to see the world like that?
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