watching the water, it rises
over the sill
and soon we'll get on our paper boats
as all the roofs disappear

the journey begins in me

she waited for spring a month too long
slid into the black
'cause the town is too small or too big
and 'just friends is not enough to make your heart work

I want to hear you scream

and now the rain falls
washes the town

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