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The wind is rising today but we don’t pay much attention
We’re comfortable in our ignorance and like to look around.
We are not afraid to play in hollow celebration
It doesn’t need a meaning, sometimes it’s nice not to be known.
Do you know where you’re going? You’ve been here once before.
It doesn’t matter what we eat…we’re always too heavy to fly
We can’t drift on iron wings.
But then flying never bothered us, we’re happy ambling by
And let fleeting pleasures tickle our pallets and drift on.
Do you k
by ~huckleberry-numchuck
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Runners Road stretches out before me as a glistening black ribbon, leaving the main street like a stream leaves a river, weaving in gentle, careless curves as it slid away from beneath my feet and disappeared behind the curtain of rain.
The rain is unrelenting. It beats down on my skin like cold silver marbles, soaking my jacket until it couldn’t possibly get any wetter. It was raining the last time I visited this place; an aching reminder that stirs old memories I had pushed to the back of my mind. Besides the heavy pounding of the downpour, there is
by ~huckleberry-numchuck
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