dearest one, please come home
cause i don’t want to be alone
diving down wishing wells
drowning in ocean swells
falling out of window sills
this must be how dying feels
i keep telling myself that i wish you well
i would love to walk with you
see the sights and the avenue
we can talk and look around
but i don’t want to feel the ground
follow me. i’ll take you to
my favorite tree, where imperials flew
if i disappeared what would you do?
when you go away i’ll still think of you

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