the rivers speak of unbelievable trances,
the night stalled as my back was on the grass
lights in my eyes dim as I needed you more
letting the clouds unearth the mistakes
buried cleverly yet our footsteps gave us away
I told you that we fit perfectly, it was a need;
but no matter how true or figured it out it is
the constant mazes in our palms ended us
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