i once dreamt of a time when we were ours, not just mine
and the dried drips in the plaster wall hold my gaze, unwavering
my eyes shift there again, searching
trying not to see the work i have layed out
in my periphery
and the band marches on
never slowing, never stops
as we crouch behind our snowfort, waiting
bring it on, we got rocks
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