about
way back
before traps
were set in the tall grass of meadows
petals, we clutched in our hands as we dashed
and it goes and goes
write to tomorrow
bid it a goodbye
recite this motto
we the alumni
can see the omens
are now coinciding
while mountains are sleeping
the meadows are screaming
"time is on our side"
forever swallowed
careful
it knows
every
single
lie you've lied
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