like in all my favorite songs
our voices ssslllliiiidddddeeeee across telephone wires and over
the mountains of the west and their ex
pan
di n g
forests of deep green
under
the
rivers
i
i mean
the hot cr ac k ed black top
roads
that cut out the west
hard dry plateaus
carry the trail
ing echo of your laugh
my love
echo
exciting me
smiling me
writhing me watch echo
writhing you
echo
your b face
in u a
pil r low
y echo why
through the wires echo
a painful distance
words beck ohn you here
my mouth resting on your
neck
oh love
oh echo
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