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Passage

I can tell she's leaving someone she grew to know too well
And she cannot yet see her destination.

The breeze comes all the way from the horizon
To lift her hair and touch her ears with a cold mouth.

The bass of the engines throbs her elbows on the rail
And she follows with thirsty eyes the gliding sea. Heading south.

 

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