Saturday, February 28, 2015
remembered
don't hide in the stream
don't hide in the meadow
you may never come out
and you won't be remembered
the day he died
in a box full of pencils
you hid your heart
you threw your lot in with
those discarded utensils
now a punishing thought
floats all around us
the smoke and the sunbeam
the needle and the feather
death is only as long as
the eye that never opens
life is only as long as
they're playing your favourite song
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