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Fixed Suns Moons
An unkept memory within our restless lives
Undone curtains and an ever wilting sun
What you are, is what I have been
Our pasts together, a living sin
I hide in the open as the tides begin to slip in
I have whispered the words of love
Waiting for the very minute for a friendship to begin
As world fold and the smallest of universes become
Tanted and bold, it's the lace of the burhap
That slowly is becoming cold
The wind whips and the border becomes crisp
There is where my memory is old
Right under the tange of the fold
Thank you so much, I wonder
If you knew it was the tin
Caught in the tear of where I have been
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Courtney Courtney
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