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So yesterday is in the wind

I imagine it to be in Israel,

or Peru.

As long as it is no longer in my hands



And anyways, to keep something is

pointless if there are holes in your pockets



They said it could move mountains and still

hearts

I found it was yours



Well I saw it with my own two eyes,

the way the clouds were drawn to each other

and a gang of black birds that disappeared for

a minute and a half

You sat across the room and watched me

And you said

"is this what you want"

me over here, and you over there



And I gathered that inches could

be miles, if we wanted them to be

But I chose to make them nothing and

held you against my chest



My heart was connected to my head

and my hands were sleeping on your back

and that only happens when I look at

                   you