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KISS MY HAND AND WAVE

FOR YOUR SAKE

OVERSTEP THE LINE

A ROAD OF FORKS

STRAIGHT DOWN THE RUNWAY

TURNED A CORNER

SCRATCHES THAT ITCH

LUMP IN MY THROAT

THEY WANT BEAUTIFUL LIES

BE SAFE TOGETHER IN THE IGLOO AND LAUGH

NOR CAN IT BE CONTAINED IN WORDS

THE BORDERLESS LANDS WE ALL GRAZE ON

ABSURD BUT IN AN OPTIMISTIC WAY

THIS IS THE WATER

BEEN LANDLOCKED TOO LONG

WAITING IN THE WINGS