I will never know howthis reaches you or whereor even ifThey are only wordssung to the raging fires of duskbecause today was another mysterywe are not permitted to solveWe are only always reachingbecause reaching is only alwayswhat we do when the nightcom...
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the things we do for the first and last time never knowing rooms we enter or leave, never going back again the people we might have talked to but didn't when we turned corners we never remembered roads we never had a chance to get lost on the lives we did...