Empty FieldsA Poem by midnight reaperempty fields in my dreams empty thoughts in my head replaying the scenes as i'm weighted down with lead now everything fades curtain call draw the shades try and sleep but I can already see the shape waiting for me is empty fields and no escape
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Added on April 22, 2020 Last Updated on April 22, 2020 Author
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