on the run to spring.
you are the essence, you are the cause.
and we simply do not exist, but we still happened.
from the caste of “not those”
in “only you can be him.”
I am outside of all systems – and I am in the thick of things.
walking,
crying,
eat everything with a knife.
you hold – and that means I
I will hold on.
my May understands what was and will be.
you are the essence, you are the attention to every detail.
and pour like a river – I sink more and more.
and it’s easy to fight if you know what you’re fighting for.

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