Supposedly, One Day in January, Your Birth
and here is the worst thing:
they will whisper in the grasses
and you'll find you.
i don't know what to tell you of
or of that omnibus the the moon is.
will too even your clothes breathe on the ground
try and fending off whatever it is
but i'll know i can't cut us a-
-- or --
try and off the decades.
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