a super duper idea.
whichever you choose is all we need.
the roses are upstairs on your dresser
as morning slips by.
a hazy daizy afternoon
and too many crows to count.
if you're ever in monte clair, stop to say hello
and our lady in waiting cries herself to sleep.
our searching has ended?
only the stained glass is broken,
and a wind that blows through
will chill and steal the day.
sven.
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