he says don’t you think it’s strange
how much we say that things won’t change?
the sooner we unmake
the softer we may break
while others say we stay the same
their silent mouths move farther
south of speckled scenes of gray
into dreams of runaway
mistakes
they blow into the places of blue sky
blow into the pieces of my eyes-- falling
memories
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