That was a step of faith
You could have bruised your shin
Lusting on
He tried to confound her
Like skipping moonlight
Impossible
He must return
To down
Try sunlight
For a change
See stars
Every now & then
Remember how
She tracked you
In all her
Self-shone glory
We skim our rocks
The pond is clear and smooth
Ripples …
Try to find us
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