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It’s colder now I have to stay inside, I have to trust the windows to show me the outside picture Listen to the house creek Rather than the wind Enjoy the sun at an angle Rather than at full blast. Spending more time alone without the ocean Carrying the thoughtfulness of winter that the carefree summer forgets. The seriousness of my forehead and The pursing of my lips. The cough The slower start. Growth and development Inside, rather than out Us, here, in New England. Enjoying the moon now as...

Breathing is pretty fancy Dancing is extravagant Decorating a room is intimate Wearing your favorite pants is freeing Counting in colors is calming And I’d do all it again Carrying a notebook is sexy Carrying a pocketbook is sexy too Tracing your hand onto paper is love And I know something. Writing my name over & over again on a piece of paper, how quiet Saying love once is not enough I want to only say that one word With my eyes shut - love While eating - love Smiling in the mirror - love C...

Breathing is pretty fancy Dancing is extravagant Decorating a room is intimate Wearing your favorite pants is freeing Counting in colors is calming And I’d do all it again Carrying a notebook is sexy Carrying a pocketbook is sexy too Tracing your hand onto paper is love And I know something. Writing my name over & over again on a piece of paper, how quiet Saying love once is not enough I want to only say that one word With my eyes shut - love While eating - love Smiling in the mirror - love C...

Magic spells No longer fly from my wrists I smile for sure when slouch is my nature Short legs used to be cute Stars used to be ours Shyness used to be coy It’s all just nothing Music used to be worn in my hair Night used to be listened to The Beach used to be sexy It’s all just nothing The back of my knees is the softest in the whole world At least until recently. Peek-A-Boo The game of choice Left behind for Show and Tell And it’s all just nothing

If on your way to China You really dug a hole Straight through, straight through Would I see you on the way Middle Earth and burning shoes? And if Tupelo honey was as sweet as me Could I tie my head up brightfullly And live the life I meant to live Alive alive and livingly Carry me to history With games of youthtown playingly And dig a hole to China Just to see, just to see.