we find ourselves among the cities and roads again

At the start of it, before the falling down	Somewhere down south worlds collide	dark highways take us near and far from home	I thought I might find you here
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
Dried Fish	A flip dark chill winter bastard though dry

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