Each Unchanged Recorder Loses Underneath The Malicious Daylight

[Todd]

I love the girl you love, or loved
when rain washed her colours across years
and danced her here.  In my mind, she
and you are 14, true, and free to become
poetry, or tragedy, or the tears that pool
in the breath of tomorrow.

Love the poem Leanne though following Shem's titling conventIon this would probably be Exodus for the freedom, if he were to have gotten together with her it would be Joshua.

I'm so tempted to try doing this.