I'll be mix
and you'll be match, I'll
be caught since you're
the catch. Let time
sweep us up in space.
I'll be yours
we'll find
our place.
Even if now seems
so far. Even if
so many are
directionless,
without ways through.
You'll be my way,
seafoam spray
and sunrise
dew
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