you can always hear birds
morning or night
the sun setting or rising
outside
I wake up with the red
the fall's across my face
think I'll watch a movie
summer storms are gone
no more blackened skies
water boiling on the stove
when are you coming home?
you could be my monolith
we'll put a little machine
deep inside your chest
& then just like in my dreams
we'll always grow older
but never really die

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