Down in my valley
Are vultures like lovers
That search for
That something
To hold on to
Maybe
It's crazy
To hope for
Something more
Than flesh, bones, teeth, skin
Won't they ever
Let you in?
Would you
Hold my
Hair back
When I'm sick?
Sometimes
We can't say
What we're meant to
Crying
Kids don't
Remember
Those fun days
For all of
Their kicking
And screaming
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