it tickles.
before it.
swallows.
--> this way home
oh, oh, the tapered headlights,
taking us one way.
aching for another.
<-- this way home
yes, yes, the mist,
that's come again.
watching our fingers.
seeing where they wax,
where they wane,
where they point to
our way home.
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