Me

carry me, please?Sitting, Waiting, Breathing, Thinking Not sure what to do, but sinking Into slumber, restful go In spite of many forgotten woe. And to here sits a friend of mine Who sits and thinks and talks and whines Not what to say but what to drawcarry me, please?
Unto the kitchen's heart I'd flaw But handsome boy of friendly mind Who I'm sure I'd see if I'd rewind He takes my hand and walks with me And sees whatever I might see "Oh friend, you're old, much more than I" I say and then I start to cry The withered wariness of what may come Is sooner ended older done It hurts to
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I am only alone when you are not thinking of me.
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backwards into nothing
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