Where the Past Shivered Free of the Future
Think about the child, he said Think about the past Think about the memories that last These things are not cut off they are left to grow against the wind and the water into the bent shapes that make a life Think about the child, he said Lying there in the grass Staring into the future and the past Set them right and wonder where it went Think about nothing and it will be gone where we are now
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