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Every time I love
I open a new page
One by one, I lay them
into their graves of paper
these sweet folded graves
And I count fifty
then I count one
and it’s a surprise
cause I only saw one
Stuck in a world unfamiliar
in a hut of old wood
under the summer sky
without the warmth
Fifty one, and the one is mine?
I think
But my heart still beats
It aches
For a friend gone
a guide who gave me
a seed, a fairy
one last gift
Was it even my friend?
My heart aches for a life
so lonely
Under a summer sky
In a purgatory
of wood and graves of paper
that I fold, or find folded?
It doesn’t matter
I find them and they find me
I fold them, and they fold me
And I’m tired
I lay them, one by one
in each paper grave
And say goodnight
to a heart that aches
and love that is born
only to die