I wake in the wrong arms and tumble back into my own sleep.

We are as opposite as the smooth river and the broken stones.

I seek the designs of space between the arches of the bridge.

You see the strong concrete holding all of the weight.

I feel the silence in the view you get lost in, it holds me.

You somehow get through life without standing still.

I recognize your name, even though it doesn't share letters with mine.

We only want a glimpse of all we have wished for.






 

 

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