it means hello and goodbye.
june carter, ladies and gentlemen. she's real. i think i've harvested her spirit. where i've been digging, i think i've uprooted something realistic in the way the eyes can trap a way of life.
i've found june carter and on the eve of a killing she's made decades tap like unsynaptic bookends. count the words of separation on a leper's fingers. she's calling home to check the wooden houses and shaking the corners free from the cobwebs of clockwork.
june carter left a stockcar driver to be in love. she left the ring at home when she locked the door, a spiral to pawn or packrat. she left until the day she came back to stay back. she left a house to make a home.
she left a house to make a home.
baby
baby
baby
baby
baby.
june carter, her and i, we live in love that lasts.
i will illuminate
slowly the orbs that grow
to warm you.
i'm trying to find the right way to say
more than
but less than.
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