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It's autumn in a childhood I remember how strong a love once made me feel secure, a shadowed house that sheltered me in sleep sun-sweetened was my life, and yet demure. It's cold about a childhood I remember
Coffee and croissant at a cafe in Nice, a mimosa tree lit like a yellow parasol against a rainy sky drunk on its own stormy clouds. The hotel room cool and narrow, just right for the two clinging lovers - yet no hope
A cuckoo calls off screen two policemen in a field a white dog running the body of a man face-down a bell ringing a woman holds her head the picture small and smaller cuts to lily pond,
We were low on time so I said let's highlight the moments we spend going down to the lake. Dusk fell and the water was nursing its quiet and we walked with the wings of the gulls.
After he has given me grief that ran rampant, ran a rage I need mending, borrowing something something muted, something to settle blame on. I'll go to the lake, listen to the strong wind,