Asking For Direction by Hewasminemoon

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May 2016

I can feel you fleeting
Oh the things I do to get to you
My palm pressed up against white brick
You are a great wave
and a great drought
You give and you wait
But you never take

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Hewasminemoon Seattle

(Seattle)

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