i can still hear them
well that must be trauma.
you are telling me
we are driving back the long way home.
turning over the thought of today and tomorrow and what will yesterday bring time out of joint.
don't stop.
jump right into next year like a jigsaw falling into place.
so you want me to love you again now that you have fallen?
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