I wipe the sweat
Off of my brow
Is it mine or hers
Or ours
I like it shared
A bit of hers
Some of mine
Lots of ours
The way it runs
And drops
And wets
For hours
The wake and sleep
The dreams
We make
And live
The promises
We fail to keep
The love we take
And give
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