come and sit with me
on the side of this road please
and disregard the rain
we've never let it stop us
and we never intend to.
if you pretend this is real,
i'll tell you a secret:
it isn't
but then, maybe nothing is
i mean, i'll admit i'm a bit mad
but that's what makes this work
because you too believe that
a hearty dose of something a little delirious
never did anyone any harm
and as long as i keep my eyes closed
and you keep your eyes open
we can sit on the side of this mountain road
together and keep pretending we still know
what june rain smells like
against september skin
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Today, Love: An Anthology of Self
Poésieit's easier to define certain mysteries by what they are not
