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Who is much more than a friend,
but never by my side?
All beginnings are an end,
in the blackness there’s a light

Maybe you will only read
one or two letters at the most
Shipping crates might line the streets,
every stranger is a ghost

Cashiers won’t deduct the pain,
loneliness sleeps on the couch
Only noticing the stain
once the color’s faded out

Let’s go camping in the cold,
make a fire, buy a tent
Envision leather getting old,
re-send pigeons that were sent

Try to memorize your smell,
it reminds me of a field
Crickets clearer than a bell
have all their guys recast in steel

Birds don’t cry when echoes quit,
they trail off into the fog
Autumn hurts far less than sticks,
knowing winter’s five feet tall

Generations of defeat
all assuming your the worst
They never tied the cans
to the back end of a hearse

Take your hand against my own,
if there’s a finger I can grip
Reassure me at the ace
mine’s a black heart you could flip

I’ve come to terms with what I have,
what’s been given, what’s been asked
Turn my back against the sea,
and beg the serpent for a dance

But in the red dirt muddy towns,
celebration of the dark
Children walking hand in hand
with the pygmies in zee park

I can’t touch you only once,
you always leave me wanting more
So keep my feet within the house,
and stick my toes just past the door

Let me know when I’m in love,
let me die when I’m in love

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