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Here. In My Head

Sunday 7 August 2011, by Cécile Desbrun

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In my head I found you there
and running around and following me
but you don’t dare
but I find that I have, now, more
than I ever wanted to

so maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn’t born
in your backyard like you have said and
maybe I’m just the horizon you run to when she has left
you there you are, here in my head and
running around and calling me “come back
I’ll show you the roses that brush off the snow and
open their petals again and again” and you know that
apple green ice cream can melt in your hands I can’t so I

held your hand at the fair and
even forgot what time it was
and even Thomas Jefferson wasn’t born
in your backyard like you have said and
maybe I’m just the horizon you run to
when she has left you and me here alone on the floor
you’re counting my feathers as the bells toll
you see the bow and belt and the girl from the south all
favorites of mine you know them all well
and spring brings fresh little puddles that makes it all clear makes it all
makes it all…
Hey, do you know
Hey, do you know
what this is doing to me
Oh, here
here…
here. in my head