last
in the page
the glitter of eyes
cast to it
the years of seeing
worn from sight
we only draw lines
we only connect
this is how we’re described
a cattle moan of paddocks
or the wind could be a car
the glitter of eyes
cast to it
the years of seeing
worn from sight
we only draw lines
we only connect
this is how we’re described
a cattle moan of paddocks
or the wind could be a car
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