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patterns.

you are glass,
i am cut crystalline child.
we are spectrum on the carpet,
we move patterns on floor tiles.
the open road is calling out our names, lets leave tonight,
find some sun-drenched, wondrous elsewhere,
through the windscreen pours white light.

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