what we strove for, when we strove

i was burning inside her
but i’m not sure either of us was on fire
the septembers and all the rest
pretending, not pretending
time just went by
as if it didn’t exist
as if we didn’t exist
melting inside ice cream cones

i want to harvest our best intentions
what we strove for, when we strove
it’s down there somewhere
in the rubble
waiting

burden stairway to heaven

chris burden: stairway to heaven

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