This feels so silly, but it helps I think I see a marlboro **** on the ground It reminds me of you Well from the little we shared I was eight; you understand
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I don't smoke although; The sun is hard at work on my hair We never really discussed These questions that I Try to bring back in time But the past was my present So I wore that cowboy hat And sniffed for squirrels With pockets full of bb's
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Is death everything you longed for?
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Hope it is though I know not If you could would you share?
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I can almost make out your face In the green and yellow grass With two pieces of bark Trying to define up Unfortunately the leaf envisioned As the mouth for me to speak Got too caught up In the winds silent song
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Is it peaceful, sublime? In that dirt decomposed Or were the fantasies true Did you float up as a soul?
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Down here we breath We think we think, then we go Conjuring questions without answers You don't answer much