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Again

I'm walking on water

This feeling

Makes all that is bruised and broken

Worth it


This feeling

My feet will soak it up

Until they are totally

Completely

Pruned

And I will wait

As life passes

Like it does

Like it will


Like it always will

Until we enter

A drought

Once again

Devoid of the sweetness

That falls from your lips

Like small dandelion wisps

Are you sure?

He will grow silent

You will dwell in the truth

Silently knowing

You are Not.

The only one.

And yet

When the floodgates are opened

You will let yourself

Fall with the tide

Back to some prison that tastes

Like heaven 


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