Leases have never been this good
Life lived the loves of bread
Turn the thought over against the cold
Braids from threads from flax from fields
There should be birds and better
There should be rosemary because it's my favorite
Branches in every pocket
Stores in every strip mall
Like time travel like everywhere
The seeds of nothing ever changes
The light your used to in December
So little of so much
Here and now
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