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Slow birds
no breeze
iron hearts
rust in streams
long march
small crimes
soft words
whisper
it's time to come home - your eyes
to bring back - your charms
to sit real still
in my arms
clocks tick
trees pound
lions roar
on empty streets
long lists
in black and white
(s h h) red words
that read like the fourth of July
you're home
uhuh, you're home, in my arms
