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Softly Rose Shep & I went to the river that Saturday you couldn’t have visitors. Lay long by the Silkdark water stardrunk I told Shepherd my Secrets in order to keep yours. He loves you too. We Spent that Saturday like a ceremony I’m un-Sure what was exchanged between us,Something precious 
Swollen like a low moon, I’m living in a low room withSlit windows and a filing cabinet. Waiting for a call. Swallow my pills. Spirits still in earshot.Saying be truthful I’m trying. ThisSong is a broken arrow I’m hoping you can shoot it.