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Mar 03, 2008 - 08:40 AM PST

the grass, those small blade imprints left on your back
with the sky falling down atop us
we ran from the sirens and hid hid hid
in the trenches little devils with wide eyes and a paleness
i remembered it better then
we sat in the sand and chased spiders from the rafters
i grabbed for your hand and everything
started falling, forward and in the riverbed that gift
oh what a cloudy night its been, sweetheart
the owls have been screaming in my head and i swear
they've made a symphony of your name