Where is spring? Please, be true.
In other worlds, I got a friend who
has told me since I was seven. We
don't have time. It's not the right
time. I can feel it, feel it in the head.
We don't need some destination, so
maybe new coats will cover the description.
Are your toes cold now? You've gone around the world.
And, I know it. I think I know it from my head. I see it.
I see it without condescension.
Lights on the ground, cover the snow, hand fills deep, and you think you've wrapped for things. But,
I know it, I think I know it from my head that, you work slow, because you fear a certain direction.
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