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You used
to be an open door I saw down the end But because we didn't know the time, It seemed as though that hallwa\- was being tilled
U ith
ol a hall called future.
debris ot dirrv climbing shoes, career handbooks, a
tilled
journal.
Women
and men we ne\er thought would have a chance. And can we just let the algae in the tish bowls of our lives grow As if we were nvo betas in separate cubicles ot plastic (getting tank Fever), Seeing an image of each other but being too dangerous to share the same aquarium right
now?
The green grows. I
hate
it.
I
hate
its
I
hate to see you fade away.
I
hate
But
I
And
murky
how we
blindness.
can't simply
But the
Where 1
thick, suffocating
will
e\en
Perhaps Like
all
we
v\
e
be
in
e.xit
you
can't grow.
green grows.
your ten-\ear
plan'.'
e.xist'.'
will
ot those
ha\e forgotten people
Say a lew protound tears But
things out.
ve always been taught to be slow,
that through distance
V\/ll\
tr\-
who
lines,
enter through one stage door,
sing a proud tune,
maybe even
dazzle the audience to
out the other side
And make their way through the cold night They made their amazing conti ibution. But the bus keeps on mo\-in'. you can do is scrunch up your face And try to remember a lew of those lines That had so much power.
to
another playhouse.
All
That were delivered and said never forget...
19
in
that
such a perfect
moved
way
vou.
that
you knew \ou could
Winters
