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Fur curled on the sad road
Everyone I’ve ever known
Those that have been traveling
Often think of home
Tracing out the skyline
In the morning frost
Shaking off the far eye
To divvy up the dust
Everything is expected
Pounding out the dagger
The paintings on your body
These images they linger
