uphill with gravel
i cruise by a summer morning
when everything was so alive
the fix and the sweet sweet baker
pass us rolling on the green
love seeping from giddy pores
i lay to sleep in this bed
give me some sage and a flame
let the spirit fly
drift to cold feet and soft hands
the red invasion and the sting
in this ghost town i met you in
make it new
twenty tiny fingers and toes
four eyes fresh with know
and i make it so heavy
just to feel the light
and i still feel you everywhere
but it is better with a bike!
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