If you’re reading this, I forgive you
for being you
for your silence
for your page never turned anew.
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If you’re reading this, I forgive you
for being you
for your words
that linger, your quotes tattooed.
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If you’re reading this, I forgive you
for being you
for your actions
unwelcome like topics taboo.
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If you’re reading this, I forgive you
do you?
When spring sets in and the summer nights call,
I find myself in love again.
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The dance of the blades of the uncut grass
lure me from lows
of snowy winters past.
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The sirens, they sing from high in the trees
and they beckon me to climb
but I’ve not any wings
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So I frolick and sway as the breeze shows me her way
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Then I fall to the beat of the moment.
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