Topophilia
we were here
i'm sure of it
smoke on our shoulders
sun in our throats
we sang
swaying with the trees
glimmering teeth smiling
the western sky holding us one last time
so laugh with me
look for the lost years hitchhiking back roads
the maps we burned will never tell our secrets
forgotten promises still ride the wind somewhere unseen
listen closely to the water we are
the erosion of all memories but one
we were here
i'm sure of it
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