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Wanderer

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I was hanging on tightly

to what you were just passing through

 

I found comfort in fleeting things

because they were more predictable

than your peregrine heart

 

You still don’t know what love means

to those who have to push it down,

hoping the light from the surface

won’t break over them

◄ The Carpenter

Crumble and Fall ►

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