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one more orange daylight that holds us back soon could break i try another as a heart string plops down unsend you sooner than left this calling card for home i'm getting back to how it happens tracing out the merging highway lines, the losing ground way of making it more ---one function, a plastic future that reaps like machines do hay calls home the morning will anything ever try to...keep...us...up like young and just there, on the table a word pressed into the page, would it try you a few days more and then learn, then turn you out turn you over a new leaf a new side of life and ways (one first glance at happy endings) and bent low these stories tell no one about walking (however fine it happened).
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