she wondered why the wind would
never change.
i wondered why the world doesn't grow up when we do.
i wondered what would become of him,
once his world dies.
whether he would dry up like the leaves
or if he would turn to dust
and simply blow away.
never change.
i wondered why the world doesn't grow up when we do.
i wondered what would become of him,
once his world dies.
whether he would dry up like the leaves
or if he would turn to dust
and simply blow away.
it weighs too much,
carrying it all yourself.
she'll never remember why it goes too
quickly.
i've already forgotten myself.
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