(But maybe you'll like it...)
I would want nothing more
than to hear bells again
than to watch sunflowers bursting open
the chirping of quails and the biting scent of eucalyptus
I would want nothing more
than to feel my stomach turning
my hair hanging across my smiling face
like brambles
untouched
I would want nothing more
than to stop speaking altogether
to drive through the sunsets
and down winding roads
with he in the driver's seat
a halo 'round his head
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