building bookshops

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Bridges we've made of
toothpicks and strings
carry promises of lead
styrofoam clouds over head
it starts to rain

how about sailing
out to the sea
in a nutshell
brittle and small
a slave to the waves and
the high and the low

you can't sleep
you're far too excited
I can't sleep
cause I'm way too scarred

we're taking a sharp knife
we're staring to cut

bits of worn out tires
greasy parts out of long dead cars
building bookshops
for the lost
stories of hearts
we're missing in ours

and we're back
tumbling through the days
hoping they would pass
lying in the grass