holding blue up to the sky

the way a tree holds up time for everyone to see

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i ran on the side of the road to a place i can’t get back to

a stranger asked if i was lost

and i wondered how he knew

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peace is always an illusion when the default is chaos

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the red-winged blackbird wears his heart on his sleeve

and i follow his lead

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regret is the stepping stone of forward

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crooked is the path that gets you there

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