I took 17 steps into your arms
Your smell evergreen and liquorice
That cool lake we swam at was just
Me wishful thinking you were my own.
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No I’m pretty much bankrupt right now. Time won’t fix this.
This sunflower is falling away from all you kind folks.
All I can say is please don’t give up quite yet.
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