Where was that time we sat in the park
And watched the leaves fall in the rivulets
Washing away the smell of rotted wood
As the water flowed around us
It was cold but we both had on jackets
Now it’s nightfall at the grocery store
Granite surrounds me.
You need to come back to this conch shell soon.
So we can watch the growth of the clock together.
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