These aeroplane trails scarring the sky remind me of
the marks on my arms from playing outside.
It was painful sometimes.
But they didn't last long, they faded away
like contrails fade at the end of the day
I didn't see them go
'cause i was looking down at my feet at the time
I stole a little phrase: "leave it, leave it, leave it alone"
I never saw you go
'cause i was looking out across the sky just to see
clues dropped to follow people who have left our shores behind.
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