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
close your eyes again
point to anywhere
id like to know the
cherry red and indigo
like the girl i used to know
auburn
start her up it's time to go nobody
said where but
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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