back and forth all the silences
are gathered into pockets
the days fold in on themselves
and suddenly there’s no time
we find ourselves looking at the sky
and suddenly there’s no time
the days fold in on themselves
are gathered into pockets
back and forth all the silences
are gathered into pockets
and suddenly there’s no time
the days fold in on themselves
back and forth all the silences
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