The wild is where I go - it's where I know,
And your fragrance keeps its shape.
When the buzz of time meets the end of a line
and all species flow and rhyme.
The wild is where you'll yearn to be - someday,
when things play out and file into order.
When you're looking passed the looking glass
and your buildings start to crack.
And you smile. Because you breathe it in.
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