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our pasts are laid out
we have lived them all
the dead man first
then the living child
lost satchel at the station
contains the last message
we’re one word past the town
who named it grand trunk railway
what adds up to an orange
can you break that down for me?
cold ceremonies
material fears like fires
I couldn’t care more
also the abyss
is behaving carelessly
the number one’s alone
no one to tell it nothing
no eye to see a thing
