this is not the story of us
a fish a bird
f r
e o
l f
l
and worship made
a meal of him
little
spaces with you
&
the world stops
we
become all to each other
I am
the flow
of
our stream
you
are the tide
of our
shore
&
together we make canyons
from
mountains
we
could not move
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