two winters

Part of me is here, part of me is missing

Since the last time I saw you

You went, I stayed

Like the frame of a stolen painting left behind

Two winters, a fractured truth ago

But I can’t stay here any longer

The place knows too much

Two winters, a fractured truth ago

 

things and flesh © Buffalo Spoon Records

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