.This horseless carriage leads me home. My hands remain folded. My life remains a sunday. Brick by brick i built this staircase. Brick by brick i walk on. Situated just below the ground and just above your head. Throw your roses, throw your tears down. If we don't meet (again) this side of heaven, ma.
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