All The Holes

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Summer wishes will mix well with winter dreams 

Soft fantasies will add with cactus coated causes  

And all will be forgotten 

Deleted from the system of the universe upside down 

 And it makes no sense that

Even hell will freeze over

That fathers and sons 

Will leave eachother  

That friends will stab eachother 

Yet they fall perfectly into place 

It is sad to be that young 

And to just not exist  

But perhaps in death 

All our dreams 

All our ambitions 

All our loves 

Mean nothing 

Hurt all the more that not having them 

Perhaps death can hang so close that we  feel it in the room 

And perhaps heaven is so near 

That we breathe in that cool air