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she’s a child of the moment
when she’s away
she almost forgets you
she doesn’t phone
and when you do
she doesn’t answer
she forgets the day to day
the hour by hour
the sturm und drang
she focuses her mind
on other things
and if she thinks about
the future or the past
at all they are to her
but curious notions
she wants the stars
to change course
tectonic plates to shift
and the magnetic core
of the earth to flip
she wants this and more
so that her own fickle ways
and broken promises
won’t even compare