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Past The Wing
02:46
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Got the news today, things have finally changed; at last. So much time has passed. Looking past the wing, I'm remembering how I always thought this ride would be on a train through the countryside.
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The metal shines like silver, from clammy hands, holding on like mine. A single page worth reading in this magazine is proving hard to find. Tilted back just slightly, I'm unconvinced; for comfort can't be faked. Wrestling time in limbo; for I am not sleeping or awake. They will all be waiting as I step outside, with eager eyes so wide. Just like in the pictures, the black and white, forever in my mind.
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Burnin’
03:26
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Santander…
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Santander
06:13
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Santander never felt like home. Something there kept troubled thoughts unknown. In the air, the warm south wind had blown; for both those days, across the bay. In time, my skin forgave the sun. Still, my mind was never one. Santander, I came back for you. Just being there proved what I thought I knew. In the air, the southern wind still blew; for both those days, and fanned the flames. And again, our fate lies there in the wind, hard as it's always been. Could it be that you'll drift off peacefully? Or whirl back 'round taunting me. And if when, someday we do meet again, will you still know me?
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As it Is; As it Was
03:52
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Everything just as it was, yet somehow so foreign from everything I knew and loved. Everyone just as they were, only a few years older. Now I am the foreigner.
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The Bend
05:40
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Pedaled uphill for so long; my legs all but forgot about the burn. In a sense, the signs weren't wrong; just passed each opportunity to turn. We're all lifers at the start, as we wedge a few cards between our spokes. But who can fault a change of heart? Can't argue when it pays to lose your hope. But still I'm overjoyed. Though they no longer see the point to pedal onward null and void, I cannot turn around now. Now as far as I'm concerned, every house on this street's unoccupied. A telling moment when you learn you're alone in a city of this size. Even if I took the bend, I doubt things would have worked out differently. Cause everything that happened then is still happening, and very well may always be. But still I'm overjoyed. Though they no longer see the point to pedal onward null and void, you know I may as well now.
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Years Since Nightfall
03:05
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I've never known if wet hair, cold toes, or smoke woke me; likely a combination of all the three. Light bent by water droplets recalled a camera's flash, seen from the losing end of a dizzying match. Across the soggy field, the smoke had begun to rise; a sign so often loathed, now a sight for sore eyes. It had been years since nightfall, if only in my thoughts, but I am picking right up from where I'd left off. For my lifetime, that place will be there; but what happened I choose to leave there.
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Rarely Present
03:50
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I've been taking the train home. The summer light keeps me sane; though, fall's around the corner. The ride's not much like the screens say. The fields aren't ochre or green. They run for miles and smother bright, or any other, tiny hints of color. Why the light is so glaring, fluorescent white, and impairing's past my comprehension. The moulding stripped from the ceiling; the caked-on paint, always peeling; clearly times are different. Clearly times are different. Though I’ve never lived it, somehow I still miss it. You always say you've found out how you can slow it down; to live always in the now. Well, I wish you'd show me how. I'm still taking the train home, where I go I can't explain though. I am rarely present. The images I imagine are clearer than you can fathom. So, I will remember places I have never been to whatsoever.
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Sunburnt & Drunk
05:00
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Sunday morning, long before church. Comb your hair up, tuck in your shirt. You go outside; you get to work. Your best clothing; all that you're worth, covered in dirt. So much pride pours out every time that you break the earth. There was nothing but stone and root in the ground at first. Begs the question; what have I done that bears any worth? Wasting away, sunburnt and drunk, just stuck in the surf. Stuck in the surf. You mean to tell me that in coming here, you really thought that you were in the clear?
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Last Time
03:50
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Each time one of these moments ends, you fear another one's never gonna come again like the last time; when it was the last time. And although it's unlikely, we still know this just may be the last time that we will all pass time. This isn't the last time… We'll all be in the morning news, and it's unlikely that we're ever gonna end up choosing the headline, when it is the last time. Maybe so, but you still would rather know when it will be the last time; before it's the last time. This isn't the last time… Each time one of these moments ends, you fear another one's never gonna come again like the last time; when it was the last time. We're still young… for the moment. More will come. Once again for the last time, this isn't the last time.
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June
03:01
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You leaned on the frame in the doorway; backlit, still, so statuesque like fired clay. Strong, fixed like a tight tongue and groove; I swore walls would fall down every time you moved. Now, as I look out toward the entrance, I still see you there as if you'd never left. The letters you left in your drawers, technically now mine, will still always be yours. The windows creak more in your absence. Floorboards still squeak; faucets leak no more or less. I'll try to keep weeds from the beds. When the iris bloom in June I’ll dye them red.
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All That I Knew
04:14
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That warm sand was the first dry land I could stand fearless upon; never more sure and wrong; blissfully strung along, with every psalm. But Santander was a young man’s care. I’m aware, what I’ve become is a communal sum. My dream’s a loaded gun; hurts more than one. Yearning; it’s something that I am learning, slowly, how to keep from turning into a swell that may, one day, wash me away. These four walls, and the unkept sprawl of the tall conifer trees; I guess that they chose me; not a bad place to be, by any means. Every time that you come to mind, I’ll resign all that I knew; completely rebuild you; water and sky more blue; but I don't want to. Got the news today, things have finally changed.
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