I jump at every single chance,
To be one with alone,
A tremble that comes into dance,
In shallows that I own....
While grasping at each notion,
That's appearing in the air,
To rise in such slow motion,
That it glide's on my despair...
I become the very pieces,
That are breaking in between,
Which slowly start's releasing,
Who I am within a stream...
Lifting up the...
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