Forgetful summers and falls and winters and springs
all of the seasons melting
swirling like paint down the drain
It's just a memory now
when you and I lay intertwined
in sheets that were never washed
in a yellow room with high ceilings
and a sleepy cat who rolled and lolled
with the rhythm of our bodies
Oh for those lazy days
where work and school were only
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