Warm winds.
Warm smiles.
Think I'll stay here for a while.
Remember me by light and fire
Overnight, I'm yours and tired
Morning comes for human beings
Water first, but then its wings
Messanger between the gods
Weaker stable
Weaker lies
'Nother moon we miss eclipsed.
I know.
The tide is high,
Oh things...
They are in a box or car
They are knees and lips and scars
But not things, they grow so fonder.
Place in heart,
The mountains.
Thunder.
-The Ghost Writer
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