The seasons change, and so do people
The beginning never lasts and the middle just gets dug up
The end is always
I lay my chest to rest, down
As the gamely few follow the footsteps of window reflections
The wind chases the leaves; the fire spreads beyond the glass
The bread to feed your bones has burned what you are
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 5:06 PM UTC
The seasons change, and so do people
The beginning never lasts and the middle just gets dug up
The end is always
I lay my chest to rest, down
As the gamely few follow the footsteps of window reflections
The wind chases the leaves; the fire spreads beyond the glass
The bread to feed your bones has burned what you are
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