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if time is a vessel, then learning to love might be my way back to sea. the flying, the metal, the turning above; these are just ways to be seen. we all get paid, some get faith before they die. then, through stars we will navigate, through the holes in your eyes. how many days will it take to land? how many days will it take to reach abandon? swoon, baby, starry nights; may our bodies remain. you move with me, i'll treat you right, baby; may our bodies remain.
there is love to be made, so just stay here for this while. perhaps heartstrings resuscitate the fading sounds of your life.
how many days will it take to land? how many days will it take to reach abandon?