Trans Am of hissing static
A moth in your light
Film in your camera
The wake from the night
Feathers turn to anchors
Feathers turn to anchors
Curve in the small of my back
The glint in your eye
In and out our lungs billowing
The fall and the rise
Feathers turn to anchors
Feathers turn to anchors
Feathers turn to anchors
Feathers turn to anchors
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