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where are the giants that were here

mountains among mountains

shadows of the sun

those that told of the flowers petals that cut through grey

that said in the brightest of emptied evenings

filled with coffee and booze

that you cannot live all the lives you wanted

that saw see me so small

when there are so many hearts yet to love

so many moments to be thick with her

thinking that the night is wrapped in arms

and morning smells like turkey sandwiches

and there are cat tails of smoke in every movement

that salute the sky

the dance is old though

she is anew again

the clouds try to remember

the footsteps that crushed cities

and made meaning like ours