windows from migration by morgan heringer

death is a dream state and when we die
we will see what we look like on our insides
and can we change the future if we
disregard the past

and if we live life over would you come and find me here
would you know how long ive been waiting
for springtime to come, for time to stop moving along

imagine what we'll look like when our bodies become light
and grow wings out of our spinal cords
imagine what we'll look like when our bodes become light
our skin will turn into glass windows

and springtime will come, and time will stop moving along

death is a dream state and when we die
we will see what we look like on our
insides

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