Are we leaving or have we just arrived?
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As the air pressure begins to equalize in my ears:
1. I stretch out like a tree and its many beech wood branches whittled down fireplaced in a pile flickering all throughout the night.
2. And all my sketches for all my sweethearts lie unfinished beside sad songs for dirty lovers while the only things you see are black and white and blue.
3. No picture seems to be forming as I'm shaking the polaroid in my hand and the unformed faces plead: let me out because it's hell when you're around.
4. Maybe we should take a trip across Wisconsin with some green-eyed girl and show her that we left our secrets under floorboards and reveries.
5. To live underwater for more than a month:
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