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They briefly loosen their grip on the splintered handrail
and force themselves to breath.
Too dark to know for sure, but time had made them believe
there would only be more.
Unravel wound show me your heart
Let me see how, and when you did start
When did I believe you were true?
How do I understand, so we can be through?
I love looking at sunlight landing on leaves
holding them.
Its a sunny day,
and I’m laying down in the sand at the lake.