you keep heaping up grievances don’t you love me no more? I try not to be offended there’s no point to it no one pulls my strings I already cut them I didn’t ask to be you and I won’t dance to that tune the sun speaks my name I don’t need love letters I feel her warmth when I touch the sky but I don’t feel yours not in the flesh where it counts your love is dead from unnatural causes you squeezed your stones until they bled and made your compact with some ordinary devil he bought your lunch so you feel like you owe him but I wasn’t there and I’m not bound by promises you can’t keep heavenly tides turn and return morning through to night the seasons tread those waters and so do I it’s our autumn now you can gather my leaves and make a nice bonfire you won’t see me again but you can keep my memorial ashes if you so desire
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