WE MEET BY CHANCE IN THE FOREST

 

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I stand in the crowd at a hanging 

 

and sense you watching me from a tower

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we’re postal workers who like the sound of each other’s voice

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our love is doomed

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we dance in a log cabin

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our minds warp like wires

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you paint yourself into a corner of some woman’s bedroom 

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you see me across the duck pond and do not wave

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I curse your name in the shower

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you quit your job

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I move two towns over

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but still list your flaws 

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on my placemat at the diner

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the seasons pass with little fanfare

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one day I see your picture in the paper in the LOST section

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we meet by chance in the forest