Have you ever walked into a room
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to feel the feel of someone you used to know?
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Someone old, someplace new.
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I come home with six cold keys
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from a closed Hilo jail;
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six cold keys the size of forearm bones.
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We plant three bulbs for later.
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When it's later we pull one.
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It's a hot day, it's a hot day, it's a hot day
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and we are so amazed how slow it is to wilt.
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I wear my crush just like a plaid on a vest
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that I never take off not even when it's hot.
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There are some days
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that leave the taste of an orchard
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so I bake them into something sweet.
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Bulb, For Later
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