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Ongoingone

Went to the font, no pen to write
Pushed your buttons you’re my type
Moments caught in black and white
Ongoing
Gone to develop memories
With nostalgic expertise
Sepia-tinted, out of reach
Ongoingone

Under the stairs we used to hide
Hoping that we could surprise
Age’s unrelenting tide
Ongoing
Gone to the places in the past
Where I left my future last
Rippling from the stones we cast
Ongoingone

These are frames from a mind on the run
And they’re ongoing, ongoing, ongoing, ongoing…gone

Feathered our hopes and plucked our wings
Stole our mothers’ pearls and rings
Boredom-fighting kings and queens
Ongoing
Gone are the days we spent at ease
Trousers rolled up to our knees
Galloping through imagined scenes
Ongoingone

Chorus

All, all of these scenes I remember
Still storing a carefree array
Of cinn-, cinnamon days in December
Pick-, pickled, preserved for the day

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