Last night I lived for years. In the hours I found so many lifetimes, all competing to be privileged. In the morning I woke up older, but everyone is older in the morning. I grew up. Leave the windows open, leave the doors unlatched. I am coming back after all this time away. Though you may seem unfamiliar at first, forgive me for my mind has come unstuck in time.So don't be callous, I'm sure it'll be fine. So many territories, so ready to be sold, so many forests, so many forests. In the middle of the garden there was a cement tomb. Children danced barefoot on top of it, singing songs of love and hate not knowing what their loves would make. There were lovers dressed in flowers and my friends all painted me black and blue. The shoes on my feet sank deep into the river, I couldn't retrieve them without dragging you along. Then when winter rolled in the river got frozen and the babies turned blue. All friends and lovers they melt in a rosy tinted hue.
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brief lovers make quick beds
but good friends stay long in your head
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