Holding gloves
Cover noses
Zip up layer one
I am trusting you
Will I see you soon?
Does it matter?
Talk to you soon.
It has been a week
Too long for any real emotion
New morning sun, new walks, I am so tired
Leaning back I look at the world; motion blur
Thick books have been waiting ten years, they will wait another ten
Teach me how to focus upon your face
Deep roots live within me, holding me to a person I hope to be one day
That man will find me on his own accord
But you can't always count on yourself to get it right the first time.
When I roll over, let me fall.
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