I think she drove away when far too
close she needs to draw some ink
where all her weeds dried up like flowers
finally losing all their sense of time
their winter is a time of needs when
closeness does no longer scare her more
then she is used to as she learns that
some new folks say he knows even more
right there, as soon as she is he they're
only swapping pronouns but they won't
begrudge each other any longer, now it's
weal and woe! the whoop which I will cry
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