The field sat at an angle with the sky The mountains eating a chip You were focused more than I'd ever seen you
I saw you throw your shoe at a snake in the yard It hit the dirt and the snake slithered away- "It's a snake with bad intentions, it may hurt the dog."
Is every corner now your home? The setting moon contains your face, did you know? You live under a stone rising upward
The morning comes and goes I kiss you goodbye as you leave for work People are odd before they vanish...
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