When tears of joy
They make the clouds
Of heaven we love upon

No thing taken
For granted
But hopes and wishes
That appear in our sleep

We feel it on the blankets
That we bleed upon
When we run red into
Rivers and emerge empowered

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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