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[dalebisneat]

we were on a flight
trans-atlantic

and while the buzzards on the wings gave me dirty looks
came from nowhere the beginnings of feeling frantic

tomorrows just don't mean so much when you're still stuck in the past
running full speed, strung out on something, going nowhere, fast.

sometimes... i like to think for way, way too long.
and then...

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i think this one's just a fragment...