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Sarah Cotnam

Not For Climbing

go back to green
climb trees and recover from scrapped knees
that was Your spring
imagining
flying high through the sky
swinging, discovering
that was Your spring
go back to green
memories of doll parts
doll eyes, open wide
hold tight, memories
that was Your spring
wondering, what will the future bring
caterpillars or sting-bees
laughter or lame trees
not for climbing

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I Hate Bees

Late summer
when the bees get dizzy
the heat is getting cooler
nights are getting longer

The patio lanterns
glow all evening
Kim Mitchell on the radio
us kissing on the lawn

Lawn chairs out
twigs pointing to the fire
marshmallows getting hotter
getting cozy moving closer

Laughing, telling stories
of the August adventures
and plans for September
as the fire slows its flickers

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Or Take Me There

the sun pours over like a wave
feeling as good as they say
they told me to nurse your broken heart
but you say:
take take take or go to hell
take take take or take me there
but dont
dont touch my heart
(my heart, my heart)

the leaves cast shadows on my skin
taking the sunlight in
they told me to nurse your broken heart
but you say:
take take take or go to hell
take take take or take me there
but dont
dont touch my heart
(my heart, my heart)

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Sorry I Never

im missing the good old days
where i sat alone in my room
where the darkness fades under my eyes
and i needed much more sleep
im sorry i gave to many reasons and escapes
im sorry i was too tired to be awake
im sorry i never told how i truly felt
in truth we never ever really began

which is to say
that day when i told you i died
were you even listening
my life was just a sleeping pill
that i was fighting, fighting away
im sorry i gave to many reasons and escapes
im sorry i was too tired to be awake
im sorry i never lived spontaneously
in truth i never really went anywhere at all

so im missing the good old days

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