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The SurvivesShane McCraeAnd we divorced in the survives and O It was a comedy and first you ever slept with me And marry me and marry me and O How fat I used to be The mountains were not mountains and The snow we drove through sudden and The mountains were not mountains every and an if as in You if you loved me if you loved me we / Pulled over and the snow was in the trees As if the snow and not the trees were living were / The living thing the branches did not change The snow fell from the branches in The wind and snow the twigs by the road were dry enough to burn It does not matter if we change Shane McCrae Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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