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Ceasing to exist may not leave this harsh air as clean as we’ll remember but as we’ve fought our demons before, it was always a boat shy of an ore situation. Circles. Upon circles.
Bread crumbs by our bed sides. Leaving on our hall lights.

"And all at once
The breath we breathed
Fell amongst a dry crunch
Of autumn leaves
That we would otherwise ignore
But today our eyes were cast beneath,
Our feet."

because when I’m not with you
all I am,
is pretend.

"My eyes are turning into an ocean,
clouding the view of a captain facing a storm,
reaching for the wheel
but not knowing which way to turn,
this sea holds me up
while it swallows the bow all at once."

Train Tracks & Broken Glass