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 keep moving	We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection	When again between cities was comfortable and right	Be careful and don't fall down
context collapse	I remember when the buildings were newly fallen	Dried Fish	arcadium
A flip dark chill winter bastard though dry

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