by Robin Wyatt Dunn
Some storm is coming And though I will not remember when, I will remember who, And I will look through to you My old god, If god is the word, To know just who you were too, When you were looking at me, And I was looking at you, Just two birds on a stone, Wondering what to do (about all of this) this grief
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