we're out patching hills in the dying season / storming the house we are breathing it's raining / we're sleepy and restless to our waste in the water / we may come to expect we may find each other / one of us underneath covers and tired / the sun or the rain buried in the isle / the lean veneer and boa paring / sink in the ground but weave lions bearings / me and you let us lose ourselves / and drive in the dark until we get lost / you and I with our shoes untied / here in this mercy the sound of our sirens
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