All the reasons I’m under here are pressed inside a book.
For .95 you can find all your reasons, too.
I’m expecting change and sameness and challenges to commitment,
nullified if Jupiter comes through.
I am the native one.
I am the centered one.
I’m riding past your house,
what are we made of?
I was born in June in the morning,
the radio sang “Love Me Do.”
Noting the date and time on your hand,
tracing the lines in the circle,
plotting the points on a graph.
Everything changes.
I am the native one.
I am the centered one.
I’m riding past your house,
what are we made of?
Would you still love me if I’d been born if February?
Have I made it up?
I am the native one.
I am the centered one.
I’m riding past your house,
what are we made of?

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