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To Be Forever, Again

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Friends gather, stones touch beneath the water. Can you remember the taste of salt upon the skin you wore, breathing in the backyard of all of your tomorrows? There are no curtains To be fanned, tails blowing From the upper windows, Bedding aired like colored flags Hanging from trees of stone. One day was another. One night was the same. We burned our brand into the bark To leave our mark behind. We thought we would return To find it there. We thought that we Would all come home again.

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