All the ghosts
They left prints in the snow
But
We need to form a plan
A place for everyhting
Give
Davey in the front
An alcove in the sun
I drove
heads down thumbs up
sneaked stares at shoes on the floor
untied
odd
Break ice
With a smile
Open season
Juniper crush
Landscapes
Cover (cover) me
Hey
close your eyes again
point to anywhere
id like to know the
cherry red and indigo
like the girl i used to know
auburn
Like a scene from a film
Larissa looked longingly
Hair held in
Red
Did you ever see the sea beneath me a patchwork
Glisten white light,
Bends in an arc.
In the morning,
With three storey
This new year is not, new anyway,
These graphs still decay.
One
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