Old loves haunt me
inside of new loves
old looks old books and songs
make my bones all dusty and afraid
Old features round the corner of the eyes
old soul’s kisses in the mud
Like a whisper in the middle of the night
I feel old warmth faded into the mist
a curling dawn strewn with beached bodies in the fog
I remember the first time
like it was yesterday
that future is dead now
like old leaves on the ground.
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