riding the edge of tears
most days
but on a sea of laughter
and beauty
how the heart flows
in waterfalls from my chest
pooling at your feet
how the steam rises
from the heat of your
hand on my shoulder
this will be the longest
rising action of our story
from what has already
been set in motion
on cold December nights
take my hand
and we will take these
final steps together
into October nights
so much to do in
so little time, I almost
said it with a straight face
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