Windy
Remember when we were
all in one bed
and we opened the windows
so the wind could pass by
on its way to its destination.
All you could hear was the completeness of the silence
and the turning of the pages
and not one of us paid attention
to how old we were growing.
all in one bed
and we opened the windows
so the wind could pass by
on its way to its destination.
All you could hear was the completeness of the silence
and the turning of the pages
and not one of us paid attention
to how old we were growing.
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