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Storms all that summer we lived in the wind, out in some room in the wind,
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Your hands they were folded. You knew no demands.
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My tongue, it clattered like tin, My eyes repeat. They take my seat.
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Your eyes they say you resigned from the heat.
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We leaned in the cold, holding our breath, watching the corners turn corners.
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Coins on the table, the cards in the air, the face at the window kept smiling.
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Storms all that winter we stayed locked away.
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Waiting. Watching. Falling.
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End of the street. Horizon retreats.
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You ran with it. I wish I could.
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Sleep is not sleep. My eyes repeat.
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You take the voltage that watches you weep.
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You caught the voice. I listen close.
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All I heard was the echoes.
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Praise emptiness.
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Her rose-colored dress.
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Her circling motions.
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Praise emptiness.
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Everything scattered, nothing was missed.
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We took our house in the fire.
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The Fire
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