rivers

your talc

lost my way between your lake and trees
worked my hands at the burning precision

once again, i fled for his time and hurried
into the magic greatness of your fantasy
and exactly what i needed to find, again

but then we rode off past the sunset
into a chill, with a naked dream, and hope
but now you try to tear my letters, it seems

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