A Story

The bookcases in

The fields in

Your eyes

Are

Taller than

Mine and

So I

Shout shout shout

Into the

Dusty sky and

 

Fall a little more in love with you.

 

Let's hold hands and

Then we'll

Go

Gray together.

 

***

 

In A Parallel Now:

 

Or we can

Never be

Together

Be

Cause all your

Books they

Hate me and

So

I wilt and

Let you

Go.

 

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You'll all have

To decide

How

It

Unfolds or

How the

Pages turn.