Drive
Breathe
The salty tang of a place forgotten
The sounds of ten thousand children
Eyes
Cones and rods and colors
Move in and move out
Plunging deeper within
The sparrow that dives behind the sun today will learn to love tomorrow
But time
Dripping fast
It will fall
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