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Almost sure that roads rebuilt
One sky will fall to bury blame
Things of water, they, never stay their shape
But each night when stars transmit
One last face, a broken will
All I'm left with is photos' darkened trace
Paper lanterns stitched and glued
Soak in rain, and seeping through
Conforming shape to gravel, bring surface new
Unconnected plastic rings
set themselves apart at sea
Moving left, and shifting
never knowing peace
sleep don't come easy
when my eyes turn to you
and i know in two years time
you've been away.
If I could be honest to you
I'd not hide in
I'd show to you
No metaphor
Just what could present to you
