don't you tell where the well was found:
we all find water,
when we begin to sink.
don't keep the clasp on your heart,
don't let it follow you to the break.
i, knew it all along.
the echoes and the window pane
the vastness and the rain.
here, i'm a phantom of my friends:
they all turn away from me
they all turn towards the sun.
picture it, a postcard of the sky
a package of wishes wrapped up in ribbon
tied in the heave of your first love.
i, knew it all along,
knew nothing but the swell,
the ease, the grace of a song
sung by never, hummed by forgetting.
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