A choice to make
A history to fake
Brow on shoulder
Fingertips on spine
This deep innocence
This exquisite embrace
Gravity pulls me down
(Humanity pulls me down)
And clouds fall from the sky
Caught in the wink of an eye
As we release the stars
That never manifested
We cross our lives together
Lose ourselves in the weather
The rain on the bridge
Has not yet met the creek
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