Audrey Stephenson Biography

These threads pull together
These threads weave together your existence
Your dependence
And as we look to the sky
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I feel stuck in this place
Drenched with things I shouldn’t lack
Can’t recognize the face
Nothing is what it should have been
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Metonymy, a novel thing
Free from vulnerability
True impressions can’t be seen
But you still say what you want
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Sorry to interupt you
But I feel there's something you should know
you see in the breathe of the breeze and the dance of the leaves, there's a song that you can't hear
And that the wind when it runs, it's as old as the sun
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I need to know that I will become lost somewhere
Autumn leaves beckon the beguiling smiles of the sun
Just to abandon the rites of the seasons
When their turn has yet to come
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