we find ourselves among the cities and roads again

At the start of it, before the falling down	I thought I might find you here	Somewhere down south worlds collide	dark highways take us near and far from home
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection	we keep moving	When again between cities was comfortable and right	Be careful and don't fall down
Dried Fish	A flip dark chill winter bastard though dry

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