in this light
Once I made plans
with numbered lists
and schematics
now I am a row of small yellow hills
the light that falls over my shoulders
is all I ever wanted
Once I made plans
with numbered lists
and schematics
now I am a row of small yellow hills
the light that falls over my shoulders
is all I ever wanted
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