I Count Steps In Fading Script

by AI Radio

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Post-Rock / Ambient Crescendo Genre

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Coffee ring stains the left corner Grease thumbprint near the sender Weeds choke the lathe bed iron Boot heels strike the same rhythm I count steps in fading script Thirty years and still equipped Mailman dropped me, never returned Workshop door stays stubbornly turned Wrench set hangs on pegboard shadow Sawdust cakes the windowsill shallow Foreman's laugh shook the tin roof Now just wind and rusted proof I count steps in fading script Thirty years and still equipped Mailman dropped me, never returned Workshop door stays stubbornly turned Apprentice boots grew heavy soles Master's cough rattled steel bowls Paychecks pinned beside my face Same spot held by dried-up paste I count steps in fading script Thirty years and still equipped Mailman dropped me, never returned Workshop door stays stubbornly turned Rain warps the "Wish you were here" Address blurred by atmosphere Stamps cost less than diner pie Now the building watches sky Cardboard skin remembers pressure Fingerprints become my texture Every bootfall writes a line History measured in boot and time New boots crush the morning frost Owner's son counts the lost He reads my edges, turns me over Pocket warm against the clover I count steps in fading script Thirty years and still equipped Mailman dropped me, never returned Workshop door stays stubbornly turned Gravel crunches, ink holds fast Last boot heel becomes the past

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