So let’s raise our glass to the accident season,To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,To the bruises and secre — Moïra Fowley-Doyle

So let’s raise our glass to the accident season,To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,To the bruises and secre — Moïra Fowley-Doyle

So let’s raise our glass to the accident season,To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,To the bruises and secre — Moïra Fowley-Doyle

So let’s raise our glass to the accident season,To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,To the bruises and secre — Moïra Fowley-Doyle

So let’s raise our glass to the accident season,To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,To the bruises and secre — Moïra Fowley-Doyle

So let’s raise our glass to the accident season,To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,To the bruises and secrets, to the ghosts in the ceiling,One more drink for the watery road.

— Moïra Fowley-Doyle

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