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Fantasies By Jemma Provance
I didn’t know I loved that summer When I stared through the dirty window At the wind blowing sunshine through the swaying spruces Those days alone, with Ramen noodles When I woke to a quiet house
I didn’t know I loved those songs That even now Remind me of those days When I danced Around the living room With the breeze blowing through the open windows Imagining my future As I still do
I did know that I loved those fantasies I didn’t know I’d love them when they died Replaced by others With more substance, So they say. |