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Another thorn to swallow
Flight swept cross the sea
Rose comes with sweet
Melt the cold wings between

Free dive, sinker swam
Frost cap upon the surface
Hold to your last line
Such as a shortened breath

Spoken word, callout (me again)
Feelings worth twice the word
Take your eyes and wakeup
Dramamine start the spinning ship

Yet here you are
Marks twice towards the stew
Who’ll be the one to decide;
Rebound and shoot right through

save for that one night we almost spent,

seems you left me guessing

i’m still standing where I left you;

parted, high upon the west bank

waiting for the spread but seems a no show

seems you chose the cold one;

i’m still taking in short breaths

o’er the Spruce trees

how is it i explain to you

the things i know and the things i’ve seen

there’s something right, in front of me

someone to promise me in an i believe

a mind a world touching me in your hand

something i believe

keep asking me, why won’t you take another day

a hint at a Flavor and hidden regret

i’d prefer even a complicated

mirrored travel of guided misdirect

don’t you leave without your belonging

something about a city and all the silly girls

i was younger then; something about a smile

confidence growing to be nothing but a liar

arms entangled [both] branches and briars