Slow move
Slow border
Slow grove
Came to smell your breath
Wiped over
Slow surreal
Slow gay
Slow creole
Came to smell your breath
Some, some day
All the old ghosts
Will let you know
Just how far
Just how far gone
You are
Slow circle
Slow wake
Slow focal
Came to smell your peace
No trace
Slow end
Slow grave
Grinned
Came to smell your peace
Some day
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