He loved you.
But he didn’t give up anything to do it. What kind of love is that?
Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine..
the jetsum sunk, I’m left behind;
I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
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