a gust of cold wind
leaves burnished by the new fall
time to bake cookies
a gust of cold wind
leaves burnished by the new fall
time to bake cookies
remembering you
in snippets
the off-key showtunes we sang at camp
blushing when I walked over to your table at lunch
a few card tricks we shared
it's not a complete picture
They say it's for the civilians
when they kidnap citizens.
What they mean is
"For civilians like us."
They tell us to be civil
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