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I want it to be November and I want it to be cold. I want wind and rain light enough to ignore but thick enough to enjoy. I want to be able to see my breath when I pull my scarf down. I want hot chocolate to be on my tongue when I whisper your name to myself staring out the window of a city bus. I want to run down the hill by my house screaming with the wind ripping at my voice. I want to be wearing my favorite old coat with my mind busy running in crazy circles trying to forget things I don't know I've remembered. I want to sit on the sidewalk in the middle of nowhere and forget where I've been. I want to do nothing but listen to musi

Folly. Folly. Folly found. Lie your head upon the ground. Should you wake before I die these three words should tell the sky. ‘Folly, folly, lay your head. Your master still has yet been wed.’ And lay back down your head you must, for else, all else will turn to dust. But folly. Folly. Folly free. You still pay no heed to me. So folly. Folly. Folly found. Please lie your head upon the ground. The rest you know for know you must. So folly, folly These words, do trust.