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And it said it'd all be alright
If I made imprints in the grass with it, I'd slide into liquid days by gazing at the clouds.
We got our fingers dirty and left the binding paper contracts, signed and proof read, to the will of the wind.
How could anyone
Walk with the cold metal bars of the train tracks,
And never glance skyward for a change of scenery.
My ends been written those days are flat as paperback covers now.
I guess the shadows made it all look so goddamn real.
I'm designating colors to sins now, it's as useless as you and your cellophane blindfolds.