"There are times I walk
from you
Like some passing afternoon"
Plays in my head
As we lay in the quiet
of the skylight sun
Filtered
To the living room floor
Our profiles shrouded
In the passing afternoon
The chemicals touch my
lips
My breathing slows
Your eyelids flicker
And your legs twitch
In a fever dream sprint
I close my eyes and
wish to walk from this
life
Like the sleepy warmth
Of July afternoons
*Quoted lyrics by Iron and Wine
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