Under Wednesday's umbrella
We shape our eternal dress
Did you avoid trying to say that
Glowing in jars of youth.
Breathing out layer-cakes.
We've grown silent
Glowing in jars of youth.
Breathing out layer-cakes.
We've grown silent
In these last careful months.
The marshland of notebooks
Many remaining instruments
And the hint of citrus twist
And the hint of citrus twist
Our words into a particular curve.
This one here and that one there.
Is much of what it all comes down to.
Until stepping away we see
A thought no one
not even you
Knew you could think.
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