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Something is pattering in harmony
with the dissonance of my dark, wet morning.
I am sacrificed to the gods
of "where have i been going?"
and "what it felt like to be."
When i'm in the car, i remember
that maybe once i felt alive
and that maybe once i felt.
my headache calms me, and patters,
and my mind swims in memories that
reflect in the dark, wet road.
the roads to the airport are always wide.
with the dissonance of my dark, wet morning.
I am sacrificed to the gods
of "where have i been going?"
and "what it felt like to be."
When i'm in the car, i remember
that maybe once i felt alive
and that maybe once i felt.
my headache calms me, and patters,
and my mind swims in memories that
reflect in the dark, wet road.
the roads to the airport are always wide.