ok sure, but, you did ask

through fine mist reflecting sunshine

that crowded us barefoot and clotheless

early, we're sleeping on ground our bodies couldn't warm

with a look a pause before leaving

the mist said shut the fuck up

move your weary limbs or

they won't move again

one time it came down into droplets

and the limbs moved but

they won't move again

('cross the country, or 'cross the sea)

but when it is morning another time

the train will be gone, you will be gone

i will still be at a station

i will still be stationary

i will still be untouched

i will be still

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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