Sound of air

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Replicants be churning their engines tonight The wind is just right, from the west carrying cool air & a blanket of cloud These marble steps are smooth chill against denim and wool Lean back look up The doors are over 100 years old will I ever be?

the sky dons lavender and waits Listening to the movement interrupting the wind the crisp note of nothingness and the tickle upon the cheek the sound of air

I've let ideas get in my head and I'm having trouble getting them out Try not to love Be a breeze breaking still through round across nothing to worship promise I'll let you and loose you

Sound shadow skin eyes body all of it leaves Goes on Goes on a way Goes beyond away