go directly to ‘bryter layter’ and listen repeatedly to ‘northern sky’
then meet me under the western new york bright star light for the first snow of the new season late in the fall geographical treason won’t matter at all stand under those stars marbles in hearts let the falling snow fall over us all breathe and long sing that song
never felt magic crazy as this
truth
but not you
today was different the air was wetter there were phone calls designed to remember to forget her and i appreciate your idea that it will get better someday in one way she’d tell us to let her
we deal with finance finance and feeling that alone will get things reeling and shaking like memories firm in the making hard not to notice the word wake in awaken on the monday in spring she was finally taken
and i know to be awkward near you has a future
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