Stagger-Seaweed

sudden prospects this month has now begun brings no more than a stagger voices yelling a past i can't become leaving scratches, reminders expressions coming more defined weathering my side fresh light appears and makes amends scoffing stakes are brighter than brewed at first invite stakes as high as encountered stuck in throat and it suddenly divides completely stricken with fever got near 20 years out of this arm got near 20 years out of this leg starting to recognize the harm stillness always seems to fool me dormant wrinkles has found it's tune to rise this time they'll sure stay forever warmer winds kicks my skin into a sigh all humour lost now remembered