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the slide is cracked in half;
doors to
sour morning sunshine barred
beneath the neat
scarred earth fuming with feet
messages are left
buzzing and etched in time
the swings are hanging ropes;
life in the tunnel swallows
me, and there stings a memory
touched with a word
it seems like a century
hovering in this stone, this wood
this water where we stood:
and ghosts won't find a way
and love sounds that perpetual,
synced with the blood
chiming in the grass, in the sky ...
where you swore
we'd play forever
flat beneath my feet, it still moves,
a childhood full of reproof:
it still sings and lives
and smiles because it is;
I found this place again when
nobody was around, so I kept
circling until I found,
on the bent merry-go-round,
sun shone and arched and threw
shapes of what we knew,
it wheeled at our toes, we grasped
fears, hearts supplanted there,
so it sounded like it stopped:
and I gathered in the dust
and the silence was so strong,
enough to bring me down there
to the bottom of the stairs
where you hid for your life; you were
disappearing because I couldn't find
you. everyone else
revolving around that spot,
listens to the reprieve
in the playground of the brokenhearts.
doors to
sour morning sunshine barred
beneath the neat
scarred earth fuming with feet
messages are left
buzzing and etched in time
the swings are hanging ropes;
life in the tunnel swallows
me, and there stings a memory
touched with a word
it seems like a century
hovering in this stone, this wood
this water where we stood:
and ghosts won't find a way
and love sounds that perpetual,
synced with the blood
chiming in the grass, in the sky ...
where you swore
we'd play forever
flat beneath my feet, it still moves,
a childhood full of reproof:
it still sings and lives
and smiles because it is;
I found this place again when
nobody was around, so I kept
circling until I found,
on the bent merry-go-round,
sun shone and arched and threw
shapes of what we knew,
it wheeled at our toes, we grasped
fears, hearts supplanted there,
so it sounded like it stopped:
and I gathered in the dust
and the silence was so strong,
enough to bring me down there
to the bottom of the stairs
where you hid for your life; you were
disappearing because I couldn't find
you. everyone else
revolving around that spot,
listens to the reprieve
in the playground of the brokenhearts.
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