so many breathes i let go
trailing tears on shadow
words like dripping wine
i watch it soaking my mind
resting eyes comes so easy
letting my limbs a willow
late night flights overhead
turbines roar at its best
so low it rattles my rafters
should i call them aeronautics
never mind they're all deaf
better chances on wind change
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