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we_tell_storiesThe days came back with their hands full of tinsel and baubles: copper grass and lithium flames.
the days came back with their mouths full of candy: Delicate sugar mice with curled string tails.
The days came back with their ears full of music: heartbroken boys and keening wounded women.
The days came back with scent caught in their clothes: mulled wine, sawdust, fake vanilla, woodsmoke.
The days came back with all the things we'd jettisoned as flotsam
when we thought we could build boats, furnish rooms, write letters
without pretty things.
but the days came back
when we were old enough to know.
the days came back with their mouths full of candy: Delicate sugar mice with curled string tails.
The days came back with their ears full of music: heartbroken boys and keening wounded women.
The days came back with scent caught in their clothes: mulled wine, sawdust, fake vanilla, woodsmoke.
The days came back with all the things we'd jettisoned as flotsam
when we thought we could build boats, furnish rooms, write letters
without pretty things.
but the days came back
when we were old enough to know.
