Extra Days

(c) ARM 2009

My life consists of
Extra days
Dripping from
The tap of time
Piling up the snowbanks
Impossible to waste
They are mine
So let me enjoy
My chocolate heart
That melts with life

When you have a moment
I’ll teach you the turns
Leave your bags
You won’t need them
Remember this
When your years grow tired
Come back to me
In your extra days


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