How We Forgot
This is how we forgot. In the middle of an avalanche of screaming cars,lost without their northern star,they hold on to their dings, and we, our scars,and we haven’t really gone that far.Where are we now?We have forgotten somehow.A distant world, but in our heart is a stone’s throw away.‘78 was a good year,aged us inside oak barrels of ennui that snakes up into the night,outside time blitzes as…
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