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When it comes to the past The stars are my refuge And that might be half-assed But the memories of the meteors And the pull of the wind Will never let me out of its grip when the sky drifts I drift with it Spiralling and spinning Wishing I could just commit That I could just stop for a second But the constant motion Like the ocean Takes control for just a moment Before I reach back into reality And seal that moment back up
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Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 6:09 AM UTC
Drifts and Rifts
When it comes to the past The stars are my refuge And that might be half-assed But the memories of the meteors And the pull of the wind Will never let me out of its grip when the sky drifts I drift with it Spiralling and spinning Wishing I could just commit That I could just stop for a second But the constant motion Like the ocean Takes control for just a moment Before I reach back into reality And seal that moment back up
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Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 6:09 AM UTC
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