William Ryan Fritch
a slow collapse
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A slow collapse a gradual greying...
Like wisps of fog rolling allow collapse.
A slow collapse only prolongs the pain...
Weâre too proud to see the need for change.
Such a drowsy discontent a placid indifference.
What is gone has not been lost itâs been given away.
Oh blind. Blind and struggling in the water
Blind. Blind and struggling in the water
Such a drowsy discontent a placid indifference.
What is gone has not been lost, itâs been given away.
What is lost has not been taken, itâs been given away.