Busy Ines
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honey milk


i'm withering like a leaf in early
winter and where's the warmth i used to
feel in youth and honey milk i bathed
i laughed in singsong and my hands
they danced and danced and
danced in that white dress and bright blue 
shoes i dipped in lakes of wisdom late
it was and stars fell from the trees like
dust that burned in love's sad heat i crave
the wide wild space i owned when i was
twenty years ago plus minus two the
time is where i didn't put it no i didn't put it
there and tears that watered my strong 
roots were poisonous and in the end i'm lying
in a pool of ancient tears and where is all the 
honey milk so sweet that i still know i know
it disappeared in salty fear.

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