| Birth Of A Mile |
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| Never found our way out again cause to trace this blood trail is more than I can bear this is my spring I finally fixed the car floored out of here I’ll found out who my friends are the ones waiting tomorrow morning I pushed this away so hard this is my spring fixed the car today “I wish I were lighter, the weariness weighs too heavily on me.” This is my spring still cold enough for snow from planes tracing seams across the sky overhead seed the soil left to fallow for too long with pamphlets proclaiming “falls finally dead” the steering wheel never mine to turn now it turns on any tangent but around “that’s something you still have to learn” With the muffler my memory removed I’m spared the sound (so much like growing up falling becomes fallen and buried alive but buoyancy keeps it up survive, keeps it alive) |
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