like all the broken glass left in horse heaven hills.
or the pail I left next to the fountains.
and all that I left in it.
you remind me of him...
and too many people who speak needlessly.
and too many nights. without sleeping ever.
or trees that simply die.
like birds that forget how to fly
because they stop to dream.
sven.
roll on forever.
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