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Orca Window

Below the bus are swells of dust
Which churn the wheels and lead me home

A word that holds so many places
Behind those doors
So many faces

There I will not be alone
There my heart will fill with warmth
There I am swallowed up in arms

Orca Window

Below the bus are swells of dust
Which churn the wheels and lead me home

A word that holds so many places
Behind those doors
So many faces

There I will not be alone
There my heart will fill with warmth
There I am swallowed up in arms

Maggie Mae Nicholson, 24

Seattle / New York, NY

 
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