| we gaze, from this empty view point--divide
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| on different planes with similar crossroads
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| the relenting sunset, on both sides, sighed
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| this photo, wrought with missed memories, bodes
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| dark days must pass for space to come undone
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| tiny rain tatters as Time passes cold
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| no efforts bequeath the prodigal sun
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| for our duties, scratched within sand, still bold
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| in the end, I promise, we will be whole
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| amiss, I miss the shape that fits in mine
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| open until it selects one, the sol
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| slams the door shut; |
| together we will shine
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| While waking from poor rest in cold breath, I’ve found that the will to seek
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| safeness in tension is always in question, and i ask myself…
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| Can those bridges desired to be crossed, really be crossed at all?
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| But now as i write this sentence, I ask myself…
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| Is there any other way? |
| Can we see each other in sunlight? |
| The shine across
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| your brow sets everything in time. |
| I don’t really know about you and me,
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| but our figures (casting shadows) seem to align. |