carly rae auden

Poetry makes nothing happen
So call me maybe
I threw a wish in the well
Don't ask me I'll never tell
You were silly like us
Your gift survived it all
I looked to you as it fell
Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still
Hot night wind blowin'
Ripped jeans skin showin'
From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs
Hey I just met you
And this is crazy
Raw towns that we believe and die in
It survives, a way of happening
But here's my number
So call me maybe

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