The leather might be ruined Out the window I watch the poor pitiful plant That thought It would have summer forever I’m starting to worry I want you forever And that the tree that grows from the ceiling Is beginning to rot It’s magnitude lost on a sapling It’s vines that crushed concrete Its fruit, which was fine Lilac wine into brine I’m starting to worry I want you forever Even if it means you’ll never get better
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