we buried it in cortex and hid it with new crowds but i guess these things dont melt away like snow and the time capsule we covered is brought back to light and sound and the thing we had left empty had become full
well it's all right, my darling, to kiss me in the afternoon but the sun is getting low, boy, something's gotta happen soon. because when the sun goes down the bottle comes around faces blur and allegiances devide.
there's nothing like a memory held up to the light sometimes it take time to see what it meant and upon this discovery we stumbled hard that night with lips pressed together by will and accident
well it's alright, my dear, to kiss me in the morning as long as shadows stay behind our backs but when they grow long, we fill our glasses far too tall hearts stop and start in strange patterns, or not at all
yeah there's nothing like tired bodies pressed close to believe that the life has not yet left for warmer limbs but there are other things of value besides what we've come to see in pairs of eyes grown dull like wax, and dimmed.
~~kristin.michelle.dennis
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