do you ever?
yes.
and then summer comes
in the middle of snowshoes
cursive trees in the sun
shine move around the
sky hunts the ground
yes. upon an old picture
without my mind
a roadtrip we took
looking at it today you
had hair blown every
way
when you ask why
the timeghosts tire
restless in coffee cup
wishes and ready to
tell you
give it all up
for you
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