"we found your name across the chapel door
carved in cursive with a table fork
muddy hymnals
and some bootmarks where you'd been..."Someday the waves
"Waking before you, i've got a fever and a childish wish
for snow
Seems like a long long time since i spun you to this borrowed radio
you pick a place that's where i'll be..."The Trapeze Swinger
"Please remember me happily, by the rosebush laughing
with bruises on my chin the time when we counted every
black car passing your house beneath the hill and
up until someone caught us in the kitchen with maps,..."|
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