Sections
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I want to move my house away from here.
Take a plane into the darkness.
Hear the hissing of the cabin pressure lights, and try to stop myself from noticing.
Sections in the open fields acted like triggers. Tonight as we go to sleep Los Angeles only gets bigger - My life dissolves in lines when I'm home, my life dissolves in lines when I'm home - She thought she flew alone, but there I was.
She thought she flew alone.
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