The wind sweeps the clouds back out to sea
Day spent weeping saltless years,
They were done for the night
Towers wrote letters in the blankets they tore into long streaks
All of which ended never tapered,
So smooth like a bedridden last line.
How your eyes tried to hold
The sun up over the horizon.
Just tell me your were sleepy
A balloon once lifted left to sink
Quiet words were never spoken,
Mine never answered, none to think.
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