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IT GOES
I lost a lover in a storm when the wind picked up and carried her from home. With a twist and a name. No ruby click, just a clang. The wind whips as it will and we’ll sing.
How it goes, it goes, it goes and will not remain.
I lost my mind here on this floor. With a head full of joyous winter storms and an itching for dreams without end, without seams I’m undone. Will it end? Will it not?
And it goes, it goes, it goes until it stops.
I wrote a letter in the dark with just this pen and hope that words would fall. And I tried hard to say, do not go, darling, stay, but I read: do not, do not.
So it goes, it goes, it goes until it stops.
(Another quick song this evening)
