I dreamt of the perfect story
Tell me about the future, I want to know
For five days we waited
A crisp, fresh page
Remember me when you are gone
I am too well to be a poet
It is like, after too far in the rain, you see a light
There is a cold field somewhere, and gold
After, we laid in the sun and wept
Where is the boy now, what is he?
Owl, white as light
We could build a bridge, or a castle
You will wake soon, I will go
This will need to be checked out, then we'll see
At your ear, something breathless, rising
Where dead feet walked
I walked with sorrow, listening to her silence and understanding
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