journal entry #4
9/9/24
In a world where blues hum deep beneath our skin,Two souls, worn from battles they didn't ask to win.Cracks run deep like the Mississippi's flow,Yet they find each other, where the magnolias grow.
In a world where blues hum deep beneath our skin,Two souls, worn from battles they didn't ask to win.Cracks run deep like the Mississippi's flow,Yet they find each other, where the magnolias grow.