just the simple things like a mushroom glistening in the rain.
or a trike left to rust.
how our mothers must have prayed.
for the rain on a tuesday.
he left without warning.
and left me wondering.
am I really here?
how do you get to the sea from here?
I heard her tell you the story.
but I thought she changed the ending.
feel better about it and that is how.
don't forget the important things.
do you remember all the old games?
what a treat to steal back those moments.
quick before we lose the chance open the door.
if you see me pass please don't wake me...
sven.
CCL.
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