January is behind me,
I've come from the past.
What were you saying about
The grass next door
Before I closed the door, downcast?
I know you won't
Be here again.
As you turn to go.
"Please don't leave."
A glance.
"Baby. Don't move from here,
Don't listen to Them."
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