and o my dear
the ears lay low, you're
humming the song of cold
feet dancing down
the street to keep
warm, it’s ok, all a
dream the closed eyes
you touch, the heart falls
down and around the
bottom of it all, the
great big well of wishes
there’s little to be left,
dried up with words,
night falls,
stars fall,
eyelash falls, we
only wish
when falling.
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