holding pattern (1:30)

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holding pattern
 

these short days we wake to the dark

in anticipation holding your eyes

liturgical noon gun metal

stroke rod swing you light headed walk the

dry air to the station this is not my

stop stone cancels sand i see pavement

from the fast car when i'm holding your

eyes while the train or sirens on time in

response grinds stone glass wheel

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