new ones we bleed along with.
new thoughts in these twisted fields,
our aching chests and shields.
the earth comes in quakes,
some depths that i don't know,
i don't miss them, i don't miss them.
i've never seen them.
i remember something along these lines,
walked a girl home in the fall.
unrequited love in all of my seasons,
and still i search for meaningless reasons.
come flowers, come rain.
i can come back again.
come meet me as i am,
the old thomas is slain.
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