End of My Aging MemoryOnce I saw before me a green and breathing lifeBursting with the blood of youth and sugaring energyTime makes its way through the canyons and maplines on my body,withering the once immortal playground of my golden summerWith the last few chords of the approaching end of the autumn opera, the vines spider their way over my eyes, and I breathe the final dry leaf of the last brittle treeon the street of my dying memory
Liquid Summer SunshineDo you remember whenwe were young and danced in the sunshinethat drowned in the creekthe water like melting glass and the air so greenmy eyes sprouted blooms andmy heart a butterfly that flew into the drowning sun
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