Ever since you said to me
begone my frivolous banshee
said you needed to be free
oh quite possibly.
Bring myself some water on the beach
could have some some wine as I eat a peach,
but the only face I seem to see
is the one so far from me.
Never thought I’d feel like this,
I’m trapped in a black abyss,
never thought I’d feel like this,
so young
so useless.
Prose
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Well done. This sounds to me like it could be either a poem or a song.
It was a song