April DOWN Biography

Is my smile wide enough?
Can it impress my personality onto you
Even though it may be suppressed
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To plan is such a rough guideline
Time and possibility will batter the flow
I betroth to the uncertain signs
That will steer me onto the crow
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My vocal chords are raw
As I called for you in song
The weakened voice my flaw
Perhaps all along I was wrong
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My tombstone and yours
Now becomes virtual

Offerings of reflection
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They reside in the corners
Form of a man black with a grey residue
They seem to watch and gather Intel
That's my only assumption
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