the cassette outlined the month of july
your voice cracked as the batteries died
the water spun upward from below,
and the moon hung low to keep me awake
fragments pieced together
every time we flipped the tape
memories measured in miles
the strangers took me away
i begged myself to stay in one place,
but summer time kept you grounded
and the clock reminds me every single day
that inside you the fire burning
has it kept safely away
between two bottles
that we're always stuck in
with no sure way of finding each other
unless we tip over
and crack
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