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Changing seasons

I never knew haze

Til I couldn't find

Your hills and peaks

I've seen them baby

How they climb

Reach that part

I try to hide

But you've seen

My throat stretched

Landing strip for

Your hungry lips

And I know how

You move your

Fingertips stiff

Then soft and

Stoking embers

That never died

Where are you

This sun drenched

Early morning

And are you

Dreaming of me