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So this next piece is--
it's basically just a moment in time and kind of capture,
I guess, it captures the moment, I guess, of like new love,
when love is new and how fresh it is,
and how vibrant it is, right?
And innocent it is.
So it's one of those moments.
"Picking out incense on a quiet evening,
we sword-fought like they didn't exist in our lives.
In the record store, you said my black leather jacket
was an image of your mind, reminded me
of the time you wore a jacket that reminded me of a notebook,
and that's connection you could say.
Skimmed over the vinyl for no reason.
Our thoughts were pennies tossed freely in wishing wells.
I flipped a dime, hoping 10 times you were
wearing the smile I got you.
Tripped over you declaring me feminine because I don't ever
feel woman enough around you, just human enough to fall over.
Let it play.
Poetry recorded without a purpose.
See, I don't sound like I think.
But I like to think that I'm being heard
in a lifetime in those records.
So repeat those last few lines again.
I don't quite sound like I think.
But I like to think that I'm being heard
in a lifetime in those records.
So repeat those last few lines again,
as your eyes roll to the sky.
See, it's funny.
You don't even believe in God.
Yet, you always look to heaven for resilience."
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