what if we stop driving down this old road,
will we forget the trees and signs
that said, "we're almost there..."?
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stand up and
let the boat drive itself, because
we're making love to the wind
and kissing the last days
goodbye.
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lakeway drive is exactly
two thousand, seven hundred
and fifty-one kilometers
from my hands,
and three inches
from my heart.
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You made me weep - I want to rage, and cry, I want to lie down and grasp the earth that is Sudden Valley - touch my eyes and lips with it - I want to sink into the trees and the lake - you made me weep.
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