Stuck Together Torn Apart
Morphed and changed a thousandfold, yet still the same.
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
The messenger and the runner...
Oh I beg you, can I follow?
Oh I ask you, why not always?
Be the ocean, where I unravel,
be my only, be the water where I'm wading.
You're my river running high -
run deep, run wild.
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