by DANIEL EDWARD GRECO
That was so fantastic
able to withstand worst
My arrows directed
And keep smiling.
The bunker is a small room full of strange objects
and jokes.
People drop their words,
These remain on the walls, are oh so quiet
Though the girl pants too long
But Clean the floor begin to sound very strong
When I decide to walk or bike .
In the absence of the girl singing voice
His presence takes on great significance.
But when she returns?
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