The thing about pencils
Cliff edges
All the painted ceilings of all the painted chapels
Two people holding hands
Hillsides and patches of clover
Family friends
A sweatshirt just before it's past its prime
That thing you recently lost
Ring sizes
Baby just about anything
An ache between your shoulder blades
Nowhere fur, nowhere sharp objects
It's a whole n'other century
And it feels all right
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