feathered tracks & helium wheels

youthful years, now reduced when right angles were obtuse find my path of lost tracks feathered freight in the caboose falling sand, hour glass shades the moon from the cracks 'neath the back porch lies the dog who howls when sand runs out whispered winds don't you lie and try to save my sins whispered winds don't you lie don't you die dreary days, losing weight i call out but cannot say what is wrong, i'm ok let's talk the bullshit fake fever chills, alone to face california king's embrace i stretch out, all my regrets and dream of an escape whispered winds don't you lie and try to save my sins whispered winds don't you lie don't you die

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