what the weather was doing those days.
the stories we were telling & all the things we had to say.
it's just a blank page now waiting to be filled
or burned or left alone or ignored or forgotten.
i've got a tale to tell that nobody's ever heard
& it will be the best one you've ever read.
it's just a skeleton in the closet but the bones are all there
i just need your skin & muscle & teeth & hair.
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