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The Causeway Between Our Hearts
Tonight, I eye the wind
as it dances on the water
singing of the distance
that no longer can be closed
Well, I told you I was selfish
there were no children in me
Unwilling to stir for a moment
from this endless daydream
where I father my creativity
You told me that you knew me
our hearts beating to that same drum set
and no one must wake you either
That carving pretty worlds
b...
Monday 24th August 2020 4:04 pm
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