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11:31
04:18
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We were perfect, we were pure, and everyone knew that.
But we were not perfect, we were not pure, and we knew that.
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I hope to God that one day
I’ll wake up
And for the life of me
I can’t remember what color your eyes are
And I can’t remember how it feels
To lay silently in bed
Next to you
And hopefully one day if I’m lucky
Your name will slip past me too
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Everything (that wasn't)
01:59
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How could this happen
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
(We weren’t meant to be)
What did we do
Oh my god
Let us out
Oh my god
Let me out
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Some days,
I can see the outline of the shadow of your house
From the north facing window in my sisters golden bed room
And some days,
I can see the shadow of the outline of the tree where we first met,
And where I sit under,
Waiting for you to come home.
It’s time to come home.
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It’s been months
Distances
Thank God
Remember that grassy path sunset
We once walked?
I don’t.
Great lengths
Between thoughts
Sometimes I’m glad it stays that way.
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8. |
Sweet Almond Girl
02:02
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I am carving spaces for you with the knives I’ve made of my hands
Clawing at my shoulders so that you can find a home in them;
I wrote your invitation in blood from chapped lips and ripped nail beds
The quiet plans that linger through the day
Rather than the ones that bark to be let out
They can wait for open doors
This is for the carvings and the holes revealed by shucking down my core
Somehow
I have managed
To fashion mansions in my pores
Steeped hotels into the desert pattern cracks of skin
And somehow
I am still waiting for you to move in
To go deep into me where all the nicest spaces are
I ripped up old residencies and made their floorboards into ceiling beams
I took the time to repair with spackling what pushpin ghosts were left
And waited
And I am still waiting, with these worlds
For you to choose to make a home in these blueprints of me;
Get familiar with all the light switches, the drawers and cupboards,
Where I keep the scissors for the old bits and magnets for new
But you stay at the threshold,
Always look at me from windows you can’t pass through
And I carve these spaces, always with these bladed hands of mine that beckon you.
(Poem written and performed by Lily Greenstone)
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(I loved you)
I’m not ashamed that I loved you,
I’m ashamed that you never did.
You know, it’s kind of funny
I think I miss the time before you,
More than the time with you.
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Tomorrow
I’ll wait on the beachfront
With travelers much less lost than I
Before leaving one final time
And I drive
And I drive
And I drive
To a stream
Hidden beneath a snow covered bridge
And I let you go
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Children
03:24
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There are nights
Where I still hear your voice whispering my name as you fall asleep
And there are still nights
Where I can feel your arms wrapped around me
And there are still nights
That I love you
And please never forget me
Because there will come a day where we both die
Just not together
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I Hope We Both Die Redmond, Oregon
I made noise about sad things.
Laid to rest eternally.
May we find each other again.
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