wait
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wait
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waiting for the lights
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to change that I may
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move on
|
move on
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|
wait
|
wait
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waiting for the lights
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to change that I may
|
move on
|
move on
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still
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still
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the pines that line the road
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sigh
|
say you have
|
say they have
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time
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say you have
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much more
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time
|
time
|
time
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also marbles in the clearing
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that click and break
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like toy lightning
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on the pallet of the (gods)
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and the pines that surround
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and make a humming sound
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as I fill my sac with glass
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and my steps divide the clearing in half
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leaving a single strip in time
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a single strip in time
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weight
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weight
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it floats nearby
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silent --- staring
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cold blue
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cold eyes
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weight
|
weight
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it floats nearby
|
sad quotations
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see-through fingers
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I only...
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I wanted...
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time
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further down the line
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further down the line
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Map Of The World (Part I)
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| Jane Siberry |
