"the quotes that are quotes to no one but you"
Come back to tease me at odd hours of night,
Tickle my thoughts with thrush-feathered whispers
Of what we are now and what we were then,
The hints, the hopes, the long hours on the road,
The between where I am, the radio,
The alkaline lake, the vortex, and you.
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