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childhood dreams of my lover
chestnut tree roots lie within my pace our dreams we built there still linger on my finger tips like smoke cigarettes of after sex.
you still remind me when the wind moves my hair like thursday movie nights we rode in cane cycles stealing popcorn in darker lighting flames.
it's been fifteen minutes and you haven't crossed a pain in my chest little strawberries from garden of whites pick my hand in dreams like you will render back to me in these chestnut tree dreams.
