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Come in
She says,
I'm looking
For the Styrofoam airplane
I broke Christmas Day
When I was 10
There was snow in the trees
Despite everything
I tried to make it fly
That's the story of my life
Well come in
She says
It always ends like this:
At a window
In November
I see you below,
On the sidewalk; you are
Standing in a blue suit
Gazing at the leaves
And they are falling all around you
Like the little broken pieces
Inside of me
Story of my life
That's the story of my life
I want to be all of who I am
I want to be all of who I am
I want to be all of who I am
I want to be all of who I am
But in November the leaves
Always shatter me