Asleep During Harvest

Spring's not feeling new
Piled things I said I'd do
Summer, don't come soon
Melt the snow, I'd buried you

Things that grow aren't food
The same mold from where I grew
Back when I smelled glue
Lost my head and pillow, too



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Krummenacher
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