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found on the lost coast.

we were 45 out of san francisco,
and the roads were dark, and steep, and narrow,
heading north, to get found on the lost coast.

and as our headlights turned fog into ghosts and gold
and i sipped steaming tea in our little blue home
that you built, i was struck hard by the one thing i know:
we’ve still got everywhere to go,

and i think we’ll glow.

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