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We shout, "fire! fire, run!"
We mourn photos and letters
We cry and start over

Nights grow long and cold
Pants and bears slumber. I too
Sleep all winter long

Empty rooms, bare floors
Dust reveals our bed's last home
Future calls, we move

Standing cold outside.
Through a window a family
Joyful together

Stoop some, just to fit
Drawn-in self grows familiar
Fused bones can't unbend

Cundle for blythe me
Fell a-swanteling by bye
Yea mistly vry dove

My heart's blood flows out
Your hands red, wild eyes tearful
Yes, I forgive you

Pretty little hearts
Unbroken, wait on my shelf
Held for true love found

Billion years to make
Unbroken chain of mothers
My gift to you, son

Cat tails rustling
Lakeside, where we have gathered
Blown away by wind

"What's she like?" I ask
"She believes in me," he says
"Bitch." I sign his files

Soft rasp and shuffle
Vast ocean of paper sheets
Red tape soothes to sleep

Beauty overwhelms
So vast, like a mountain range
Only seen from far

Crystalline pasture
Unbroken field of pure white
Doe crossing new snow

Hit me, I'll hit back
If this world's going to fuck me
Go hard, make it fun

Needle pricks softly
Rich smell always in season
Stately evergreen

Drag me through the fires
Hit me, hurt me, and break me
The pain shields my soul

Heart beats double time
Short breaths and heightened focus
Edge of fear and flow

Gentle, soft, and kind
She comes in like a whisper
And fills up your mind

Theme park for first date
Feel dizzy on tilt-a-whirl
I love this... or you?

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