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Lirieke: Planes Mistaken For Stars. Up In Them Guts. Bastards.


we've watched the lines form in our faces
and the smoke fall and break to code
from our hands
and a message missed was a message read
we can never leave the regrets we've wed
we've loved too little
and it's cut us to our quick
we sleep in the seconds between a swing and a hit