when the owl breaks the light beam in
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a nights dream ride. am i seeing in slow,
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am i driving too fast for the sound to
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finally break past time spent following
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straight lines to death.
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behind my eyes in a parallel sky she
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belongs in the shapes in the clouds try
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to take me to the grounded ones
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skyward there's a fog that casts a
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planetary haze to hide the white lined
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aggression in our eyes.
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in a season of collapsed lungs, there's
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a dark holiday and we are following
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straight lines to death.
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Owl
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| Hopesfall |
