Fleeting
I am still religious;
What wings I had though
Have now hardened into shelves.
Stuck somewhere between an atlas
And an old timetable
I witness the back of my
Old enemy's baseball cap.
I am still religious;
What wings I had though
Have now hardened into shelves.
Stuck somewhere between an atlas
And an old timetable
I witness the back of my
Old enemy's baseball cap.
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