The sun sets over the serrated hills
The colors bleeding out like an oil spill.
It’s you and me always to the ends of the earth.
And we’re drinking saltwater.
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The sun sets over the serrated hills
The colors bleeding out like an oil spill.
It’s you and me always to the ends of the earth.
And we’re drinking saltwater.