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forgive me, Marcel
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2020-02-29
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being alive is the knowledge
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that above my house, the full moon is pure white
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but higher upstate, traveled at the wee hours of the morning
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it's pink paper stretched over the frame of a kite
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and the sprinklers watering the fields
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rarely needed human supervision
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casting ghosts like fog on the side of the road
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fodder for a five-year-old imagination
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the radios plead for us to wait for someone
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but last I waited, I nearly withered away
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the world unfolds before me in technicolor vision
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congrats, you survived to a brand new day
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headlights drag themselves across the highway
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with sleepless eyes and desperate hearts
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I wish I could show you in more colors
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than purple and crimson apart
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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